Summary of “Are We Doing Enough for Jesus Christ Our King?”

This sonnet critiques superficial devotion to Christ amid abundance, contrasting hymns of praise with the neglect of the needy—strangers, the sick, and marginalized—who embody His suffering presence. It questions whether we merely utter His name on Sundays while ignoring justice and mercy, pleading for forgiveness and guidance to serve Him in the lowly, recognizing His kingdom in their wounds.

In halls of plenty, where our treasures gleam,
We crown with songs the King enthroned on high,
Yet in the shadows, where the shadows scream,
His thirsting voice we pass with blinded eye.
The stranger at our gate, with weary plea,
Bears nail-scarred hands we deem but beggar’s art;
The sick we quarantine from love’s decree,
Lest mercy pierce the fortress of our heart.
O Christ, our Sovereign, veiled in human guise,
Do we but mouth thy name in Sunday’s light,
While justice weeps and compassion dies?
Forgive the throne we build of wrong and spite.
Teach us to serve thee in the least, the low—
For in their wounds, thy kingdom’s crown we know.