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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=374052" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Inasmuch As Ye Did It Not . . .</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">If Jesus came to London,<br>Came to London to-day,<br>He would not go to the West End,<br>He would come down our way;<br>He'd talk with the children dancing<br>To the organ out in the street,<br>And say he was their big Brother,<br>And give them something to eat.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">He wouldn't go to the mansions<br>Where the charitable live;<br>He'd come to the tenement houses<br>Where we ain't got nothing to give.<br>He'd come so kind and so homely,<br>And treat us to beer and bread,<br>And tell us how we ought to behave;<br>And we'd try to mind what He said.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">In the warm bright West End churches<br>They sing and preach and pray,<br>They call us 'Beloved brethren,'<br>But they do not act that way.<br>And when He came to the church door<br>He'd call out loud and free,<br>You stop that preaching and praying<br>And show what you've done for Me.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Then they'd say, 'O Lord, we have given<br>To the poor both blankets and tracts,<br>And we've tried to make them sober,<br>And we've tried to teach them facts.<br>But they will sneak round to the drink-shop,<br>And pawn the blankets for beer,<br>And we find them very ungrateful,<br>But still we persevere.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Then He would say, 'I told you<br>The time I was here before,<br>That you were all of you brothers,<br>All you that I suffered for.<br>I won't go into your churches,<br>I'll stop in the sun outside.<br>You bring out the men your brothers,<br>The men for whom I died!'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Out of our beastly lodgings,<br>From arches and doorways about,<br>They'd have to do as He told them,<br>They'd have to call us out.<br>Millions and millions and millions,<br>Thick and crawling like flies,<br>We should creep out to the sunshine<br>And not be afraid of His eyes.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">He'd see what God's image looks like<br>When men have dealt with the same,<br>Wrinkled with work that is never done,<br>Swollen and dirty with shame.<br>He'd see on the children's forehead<br>The branded gutter-sign<br>That marks the girls to be harlots,<br>That dooms the boys to be swine.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Then He'd say, 'What's the good of churches<br>When these have nowhere to sleep?<br>And how can I hear you praying<br>When they are cursing so deep?<br>I gave My Blood and My Body<br>That they might have bread and wine,<br>And you have taken your share and theirs<br>Of these good gifts of mine!'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Then some of the rich would be sorry,<br>And all would be very scared,<br>And they'd say, 'But we never knew, Lord!'<br>And He'd say, 'You never cared!'<br>And some would be sick and shameful<br>Because they'd know that they knew,<br>And the best would say, 'We were wrong, Lord.<br>Now tell us what to do!'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I think He'd be sitting, likely,<br>For someone 'ud bring Him a chair,<br>With a common kid cuddled up on His knee<br>And the common sun on His hair;<br>And they'd be standing before Him,<br>And He'd say, 'You know that you knew.<br>Why haven't you worked for your brothers<br>The same as I worked for you?</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'For since you're all of you brothers<br>It's clear as God's blessed sun<br>That each must work for the others,<br>Not thousands work for one.<br>And the ones that have lived bone-idle<br>If they want Me to hear them pray,<br>Let them go and work for their livings<br>The only honest way!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'I've got nothing new to tell you,<br>You know what I always said -<br>But you've built their bones into churches<br>And stolen their wine and bread;<br>You with My Name on your foreheads,<br>Liar, and traitor, and knave,<br>You have lived by the death of your brothers,<br>These whom I died to save!'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I wish He would come and say it;<br>Perhaps they'd believe it then,<br>And work like men for their livings<br>And let us work like men.<br>Brothers? They don't believe it,<br>The lie on their lips is red.<br>They'll never believe till He comes again,<br>Or till we rise from the dead!</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Edith+Nesbit">Edith Nesbit</a><div class=q>
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Came to London to-day,
He would not go to the West End,
He would come down our way;
He'd talk with the children dancing
To the organ out in the street,
And say he was their big Brother,
And give them something to eat.

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