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Thousands of faces
Many a heart
Only empty earthen cases
How we seem so apart
Your hands and voices raised
But there's a dying child
A woman alone, a
Man killing for food, yeah
Lights so bright it's blinding
Your eyes cannot see
Sound ever defening
The groanings of the world
You say you believe, but
Do you see? It's more than
A tear, prayer, or joyful song
A man carried his cross
To his own death, pain, and hurt
Go and do likewise were his words
How often you wash the feet
Of your enemies, or
Give a man a cloak when
We both know you got plenty
To go around, and love
The Samaritan, Pharisee,
Saducee, and the like
But my own words remind me to love
Pray, and seek the best for you
Even when your own life
Is a picture of the lepers that stayed
Never returning to sit at the feet
Or give thanks for a burden that's light
And a yoke that's easy
But I'll wash your feet and
Wish you well, but I won't stop there
You see, it's easy to love those that need it
But what about those that got all they need?
I gotta love you too and carry my cross for you
Even when I think you don't deserve at all
I eat the scroll and think otherwise
Woe is me, a man of unclean lips
But I'm purified, sanctified and ready to go
So I'll love you, even when I'd rather do otherwise
All the faces and hearts
With hands lifted high, I'll love you
I'll pull the plug and kick the speakers
Do anything to let the Jesus I follow
Move and call you
To love the child dying today
Feed the man, woman starving and crying
To wash the feet of those forgotten
Go and do likewise, live by these words, maybe even die by these words