Feeling

When did we stop feeling?
We numb ourselves with
Promises of our blessing.
Me, mine, my and we have
Forgotten them, what's
Happening, is there no
Compassion left, no one
Who remembers Jesus.
He looked at the crowd,
The young man who
Asked how he could be
Saved. The woman at
Dinner, the lepers, a blind
Man. See! See, we should.
Feel the hurt of ones
Separated, shot down,
Trodden on, feel for those
Cast out, left on the side
Of the road, care, don't stop.