He cares for the sick and the needy
He feeds both the poor and the lonely
He is there for the hearts of the broken
And he helps where all help has receded
It’s not this
That elicits his tears
But the scarcity of charity
Beneath my deceitful veneer
He speaks for the voiceless and silenced
And guides for the lost and the blind
He talks when all talk is evaded
He soothes through the rough and unjust
It’s not this
That elicits his tears
But the scarcity of charity
Beneath my deceitful veneer
And when he has done all he can
And knows of all work still undone
He lays down his head for a moments respite
And looks to his faith for some bleak rationale
It’s not this
That elicits his tears
But the scarcity of charity
Beneath my deceitful veneer
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