On our Side

The orphan clings to Your hand, singing a song of how he was found. The widow rejoices for her oppressors are silenced now.

You sit at the table with the wounded and the poor;  you laugh and tell stories with the thief and the whore. When you could just be silent and leave us here to die, still you sent your son for us. You are on our side.

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