Song for the Dying

See Jesus in the orphaned, widowed,
Men left alone.

Pull them close
Death is near
Where is our fight?

We don't look, we don't see,
Where is our light?

A touch is healing, our love a weapon
Won't we notice the plight?

There's no question to answer,
We move into the fight.

I want to hold the hand of the dying
I want to wrap arms 'round the oppressed
To cling to the filthy--
and cry with guilty--
Mourn the innocent.

"Rescue those who are unjustly sentenced to death; don't stand back and let them die. Don't try to avoid responsiblity by saying you didn't know about it. For God knows all hearts, and he sees you. He keeps watch over your soul, and he knows you knew! And he will judge all people according to what they have done."
Proverbs 24:11-12


Ben Wilcox