Hunger

Those who hunger, empty, fallen
Those are who he fills, is calling
The sick, the weary, depressed, and dying
The proud, the sinners, lost, and lying

These are those he's come to feed
Human beings with human need
Human kings and human knaves
Farmers with hoes and monks with staves

These my brothers, these my people
Who he gathers under his steeple
Who he feeds with flesh and blood
And heals and cleans with graceful flood

Me and mine he came to feed
And beckons to follow his lead


God bless,
>P<
Joshua Fahey