The least

A small gathering
  to say good bye
To remember
  as the least
  because of the hard
             knocks of life
  alone to die
      and the Spirit whispers
Child of God
  some say
     we should have let it go
A paupers grave 
We say respect, dignity
  so we claim a child of God
All the forgotten children
  left to wander 
We say we are
Gathered around a table
  of care, washing the feet
So we show we are called
  to count the cost of discipleship