What matters is your fruit, He said clothing given to a robber a stranger warmly fed Not a gift to fellow Christian but repulsive neighbor loved cheek exposed to slapping brat That was how He showed the way that was how His truth brought strife but in the end, He promised life Children know, adults must learn this baby on the hay who made the place in which He lay Is just as weak and strangely made as sickly kids in Pakistan who wish us only harm They would follow Abraham give their only baby imitate their God See Him lie there needing care and one day He will say “You did it unto me” What separates fire from its heat bodies from their stench or young devotion from radioactive rain?