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