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Past your toes
Past your finger tips
Past the tip of your nose:
Hear other hearts breaking
And cries just to be,
Even more, silence in the
dark.
See those who cannot
And whose feet are to blame,
Even more, flesh that won't
heal.
Then make songs in hurting
hearts,
Be the cane that more than
shows the way,
And break the teeth that
would eat the children.
The measure of God in a
man
Is more than just noticing,
It is more what you actually
do
For others.
Job 29
Matthew 11
Isaiah 61 |
