the Least,the Last, the Lost

The Least, the Last, the Lost
Jesus came for these.
He came for those we count as naught
He hears their cries and pleas.
The stranger, foe, the alien sees
that we pass on the road
are the ones most dear to Him
He bears their grief and load.

As men are striving to be first
and the greatest over all-
Kings and lords and presidents
It’s the lowly He will call.
They the ones who hear His voice
who hunger and who thirst,
they the ones who make the choice
The last who will be  first.
The lost- whom Jesus loves the most
and the ones He  came to save,
leaving home and heavenly host
for the cross, it's death and grave.
Be sure, it’s those we count the "least"
for whom He is most tender-
Becomes their sacrifice and priest,
Risen Lord and their defender.

Ingimar DeRidder