The Last, The Lost, The Least
John Warne
Live a life of privilege
Pushing back the last, the lost
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 or relief
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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
[Chorus]
His image shown
We give our lives, our time, our own
To feed, to clothe
Those in His image we have left alone
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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