Guest of the Poor

by Samantha Filer

Audio (song)

The Guest of the poor came to me 
I found I could not let Him in 
Poor as I was 
I was a miser of sin 
My hands, they were rich in blood 
And my mind, it was rich in lies 
So I wallow now in a wealth of mud 
Yet the Guest will wait for me 

The Head of the mourners passed by 
His face was lit with joy 
And a song rose from the chorus behind 
They danced even as they cried 
The Shepherd of the meek led them on 
Gentle were His hands and His eyes 
When one fell down He lifted them up 
And carried them besides 

The carrier of water sat near 
A glance He drew from a few 
But one or two to Him they flew 
And gulped His pure waters anew 
The Healer of mercy reached out 
His touch was that of a child 
I wondered again that He would feel 
The wounds of a leper's skin 

The Teacher of peace walked among 
Proclaiming light to the dark 
I listened and knew beyond reason or thought 
He spoke of what He knew 
The Lord of the persecuted cried out 
From His mouth came water and blood 
And it was there that I first understood 
Here was one who really loved 

The Guest of the poor returned 
I fell on my knees at His feet 
I emptied my heart, and I Gave Him my life 
For I recognized Him as my King 
The King of pure hearts knelt beside 
Embraced me as one of His own 
Now I dance with the mourners, am led with the meek 
And I welcome Him into my home