In the faces of the needy,
hungry, thirsty, there I see
vividly the face of Jesus
gently peering back at me.
From my store-house I will offer
food and drink as liturgy.
In the shivering of the naked,
their own arms wrapped
'round their frame,
is the blessed invitation
to provide and not to blame.
From my clothing which protects me,
I will share, the cold to tame.
In the cell-block of the prison
loneliness pervades the soul;
human beings long forgotten
feel the ravage of life's toll.
From my world of cherished freedom
I will visit, touch, and console.
In the color of my neighbor
God's own image their is found;
yet oppression, hatred, violence,
crushes hope and fears confound.
From my privileged place I'll strive till
fairness yields a love profound.
In the voices of the young ones
dulled by pain, a sound I hear:
Rachel weeping for her children,
sad, their glory disappears.
From my well-spring of compassion,
I will wipe away their tears.
In the message of the prophets
and the words of Christ to me,
is the call for love and justice,
simply both to do and be.
Form my walk with God, in meekness,
I will live humility.