'My Brothers' Keeper'
We are our brothers’ keepers,
And our sisters’ too,
We should give them all we have to give,
To help see all troubled times through.
The world is such a hurting place,
Made up of meanness, greed and sin,
But where does one go to start?
Where does one try even to begin?
I guess we just have to start,
Asking God to guide us toward those daily needs,
To clothe the naked, house the poor,
And all those in hunger feed.
It only takes one person at a time,
To fill a need or two,
But it must begin somewhere,
And it can only start with me and you.
By: Linda Winchell
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