This poem was discovered by on the door of a Chaplaincy at a hospital in Africa . . .

I was hungry and you held meetings to discuss my existential needs

I was imprisoned and you crept off quietly to pray for my release

I was persecuted and you explained how Christ was also persecuted

I was sick and you knelt down and thanked God for your health

I was homeless and you preached on the spiritual shelter of God’s love

I was lonely and you left me alone and said you would intercede for me

You seem so holy, yet I am still very lonely!

Dr. Chris Gnanakan