The Lord & The Immigrant // Poem

 Children of I—

I was a stranger amongst you, 

You welcomed me,  housed me,

fed me, and clothed me but soon you 

Shut the gates on me as I bled in the sun in 

Which you scorched me with— for I was

Questioned and you didn’t defend me, 

I was detained and you didn’t say goodbye, 

I was forgotten and you didn’t remember me, 

But I remembered you—

I prayed for you 

Children of I the Alpha—

I am Lord of Lords I have eyes for 

The blind, and feet for the lame, 

I am father of all my children, 

Father of the needy, the poor, the 

Sick and confused, lonely and 

The empty, Truly I say to the 

Nations in the four corners— the 

Strangers in your land are my anointed, 

And cursed is the one who withholds

Justice from the foreigner, the fatherless and 

The widow  

Children of I— 

I am the Alpha and the Omega—

The beginning and the end, truly 

I say to you, you neglected hospitality to 

The strangers, you have forgotten 

Those in prison, those who were 

Tortured, for you were once them, 

Weren’t you strangers in the land of 

Egypt? 

Children of I—

Did I not stretch out my hand to you?

Did I not speak through prophets, through 

Dreams, through the cries of children locked 

In cages? But you silenced them— 

You turned worship into spectacle, 

Law into Weapon, and you 

Did not know ME—

You built walls in my name, 

You signed laws in my name, 

You turned your face as I wept at the border 

And in your streets as I was dragged away, 

You invoked my words, but not my spirit, 

You praised me with lips while cursing the 

Ones made in my image 

Children of I— 

When you arrive before my fathers 

Throne I shall pass judgement for what 

You did not do for the poor, the needy, and 

The sick you did not do for me, for you 

Did not know me and I did not know you, 

But my hand of love and justice still knocks—

Open the door of your heart and welcome me 

In