While I was writing the last post I thought of this poem. I have recently watched a film called "Putting Homelessness in focus", about homeless people in NZ. I have to take part in a Night Shelter Street Appeal this Friday and Saturday so I have been thinking of how this poem fits homeless and excluded people. It is called "Indifference". I have heard it said that "indifference" is the true opposite of "love". We often think "hate" is, but hate at least still treats the person as a person. "Indifference" or "apathy" treats them as a nobody.... as if they did not exist. ("I am!" I cried, to no one there.... says the song) Anyway the poem by G.A.Studdart-Kennedy.
When Jesus came to Golgotha they hanged him on a tree,
They drave great nails through hands and feet, and made a Calvary;
They crowned him with a crown of thorns, red were his wounds and deep,
For those were crude and cruel days, and human life was cheap.
When Jesus came to Birmingham, (insert any Western City e.g. Dunedin. NZ.) they simply passed him by, They never hurt a hair of him, they only let him die; For men had grown more tender, and they would not give him pain, They only just walked down the street, and left him in the rain.
Still Jesus cried, "Forgive them for they know not what they do," And still it rained the winter rain that drenched him through and through; The crowds went home and left the streets without a soul to see, And Jesus crouched against a wall and cried for Calvary.
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