||Does rain fall on the heads of the homeless?
Does the sun shine on the faces of the
Does music play for the hearts of the
Do ocean waves wash the toes of those
undone by drugs?
Does the earth grow food for the stomachs
of the poor?
Do trees shade even the misshapen few
from the heat?
Of course, times seven, and seven times
And why shouldn't we?
To the cross by our God we are called
And from His nails, for all our fellow
We are blessed to hang, and by our love