(no subject)
the orphan
clings to your hand.
singing a song of how he was found.
the widow
rejoices.
for her oppressor is silenced now.
and 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 silence
and leave us here to die
still, you sent your son for us--
You are on our side.
the runaway
falls at your feet.
You are what he has searched for.
the rich man
is broken.
when he stands beneath a sky full of stars.
You are on our side.