The Last, The Lost, The Least

Live a life of privilege Pushing back the last, the lost, the least The least of these To dull the edge of conscience With conceit Live a life and see the world Feel its weight on the shoulders Of the least of these It spins and twirls Without rest of relief We all, we all wear dignity It covers the strong, the weak We all, we all wear dignity Even the last, the lost, the least Step into a spacious place Where pride and right will give way To the least of these To know the face Of who a man can be His image shown When we give our lives, our time, our own To feed, to clothe Those in His image we have left alone We all, we all wear dignity God help the blind like me Finding at last a voice we cry And see with clear, unblinking eyes