The sun goes down and says goodnight but there is no sleep as the other side of the world wakes up. Wakes up to the cesspool of words that fly off their tongues and onto their screens. Fighting over whose life matters and whose is obsolete.
So, pull your covers up real tight, cause baby, you’re in for the ride of your life. Brother against brother, sister against sister and the age-old wisdom has turned a moldy green.
By your bed, a little light. Oh! To be the light, cause it’s so dark in this crazy fool of a fight. Hate spews as the self-righteous take their seats, praying for the good ol’ days, praying for their riches and power, hiding behind deceit.
And, every sleepy boy and girl, in every bed around the world will find that when they wake, they will fall before the King of kings and he will say, “What is up is down and what is down is up.” Then he will say to some, “The Kingdom is yours,
For I was hungry and you fed me,
I was thirsty and you gave me a drink,
I was homeless and you gave me a room,
I was shivering and you gave me clothes,
I was sick and you stopped to visit,
I was in prison and you came to me.”
‘I’m telling you,’ he will say, ‘That whenever you did one of these things to someone overlooked or ignored, that was me—you did it to me.’
But to others, the King will say, “You’re not welcome.
I was hungry and you gave me no meal,
I was thirsty and you gave me no drink,
I was homeless and you gave me no bed,
I was shivering and you gave me no clothes,
Sick and in prison, and you never visited.”
Then they are going to argue, ‘what are you talking about? When did we ever see you hungry or thirsty or homeless or shivering or sick or in prison and didn’t help?’ And, He will answer them, “truth is: Whenever you failed to do one of these things to someone who was being overlooked or ignored, that was me—you failed to do it to me.’
The moral of the story: Who are we to judge but, one thing you can be sure of…The Kings people will always love.