The least

A small gathering

  to say good bye

To remember

  as the least

Forgotten

  because of the hard

             knocks of life

Estranged 

  alone to die

      and the Spirit whispers

Child of God

  some say

     we should have let it go

A paupers grave 

  forgotten

We say respect, dignity

  so we claim a child of God

All the forgotten children

  left to wander 

We say we are

  community

Gathered around a table

  of care, washing the feet

So we show we are called

  to count the cost of discipleship