Eyes illuminated through blindness
Even the deaf man hears the sadness
A cripple cries out for pieces of change
The addict looking for her next dime
Each of them asking begging for the time
And time passes by as I
Choose to ignore the broken Saviour
He is the harlot lost between the sheets
A criminal chained in shackles
Will I serve on bent knees
To wash the feet of the least of these
Will I run with empty hands
To hold the wounds of that man
Will I turn the other cheek
When I'm found beaten on the street
Will I go to darkened roads
To a place where the city lights
Cannot illuminate the darkness
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