Your great ones

The least and the last are your great ones,
and in their company I have found You.
Those who can’t speak,
the ones the world despises,
huddled beneath the wide highway
unnoticed by its hurtling traffic,
yet making their way along
Your narrow road,
allured by Your irresistible love
and small enough to enter by the strait gate.
Help me to shed all I need to shed
until I am small enough
to enter with them.