Walking the dark streets
Hearing cries of the hopeless
Visiting those in prison
Seeing tears of the widow
Hopeful eyes of the orphan
Feeling their pain.
Whose to gain?
Users? Exploiters? Abusers?
Where do we fall?
Whose to judge?
We're all one,
One in dreams
One in hope for better days
One in vision for righteous ways.
Let us reach out in love.
Give of ourselves.
Meet the need of someone unknown.
Their cry is great.
Do what you can.
Be there to listen.
The eyes of the Father will glisten!
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