You Did for Me

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For I was hungry
and you gave me food

I was thirsty
and you gave me drink

I was a stranger
and you welcomed me

I was naked
and you gave me clothing

I was sick
and you looked after me

I was in prison
and you came to me…

Whatever you did for one of the least of these brothers and sisters of mine, you did for me.

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