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The rich man passes him
Without a second glance
No compassion in his heart
He deems this man before him a drunk
Without ever thinking of his scars
And without a second to miss that night
His one chance fell away
He could have given millions,
But it was for him the poor man prayed.
Another sat in the waiting room,
The pains of guilt on his face
Diagnosed with the gay disease
He considered himself a disgrace
And when he came before his pastor
And explained all of his sins,
The condemning heart pushed him away
Never to return again.
And these are deemed the lesser ones
Whom we shall shun and hide
These are thought to be the plagues
We forget them when they die
We forget to look at our own sins
And remove the plank out from our eyes.
We forget the time for introspection
Because within, it’s ourselves we despise.
Johnny sat alone that night
With the drugs rushing through his veins
When they found him he was dead
And they could not know who to blame
They deemed him a punk kid
With no respect in his heart for life
No one ever thought to themselves
And wondered why the young boy died
And Jane sat inb the dark, her son finally fell asleep
A poor mom living in solitude
Without a way to get on her feet
And she sits alone, and the tears fall from her eyes
So many claiming love pass by
As this child of God cries
Without a second glance
No compassion in his heart
He deems this man before him a drunk
Without ever thinking of his scars
And without a second to miss that night
His one chance fell away
He could have given millions,
But it was for him the poor man prayed.
Another sat in the waiting room,
The pains of guilt on his face
Diagnosed with the gay disease
He considered himself a disgrace
And when he came before his pastor
And explained all of his sins,
The condemning heart pushed him away
Never to return again.
And these are deemed the lesser ones
Whom we shall shun and hide
These are thought to be the plagues
We forget them when they die
We forget to look at our own sins
And remove the plank out from our eyes.
We forget the time for introspection
Because within, it’s ourselves we despise.
Johnny sat alone that night
With the drugs rushing through his veins
When they found him he was dead
And they could not know who to blame
They deemed him a punk kid
With no respect in his heart for life
No one ever thought to themselves
And wondered why the young boy died
And Jane sat inb the dark, her son finally fell asleep
A poor mom living in solitude
Without a way to get on her feet
And she sits alone, and the tears fall from her eyes
So many claiming love pass by
As this child of God cries