from the gutters of the street
God is asking us to see
am i not the least of men
will someone just reach out to me
he raises a challenge
to the strongest of our kind
if you must fight, war to defend
those who come from broken homes
and the poor from the
wreckage of the wars of the wicked
like rats run in a race
were not thinking of our fate
how unstable is the earth giving out from under us
the least of these still cry
least of these still crawling by
and all the while we'll know
we have loving hands to hold to hold them tight
