The Hungry -

Will the hungry know their worth

In the dust of famine’s dirt?

Will the orphans' cry be heard

By someone?

When the spirit and bride say «come

Down the aisle from your throne»

Will you be pleased by what’s been done

By someone?

You’re the hungry but Your body’s the bread

You’re the thirsty but Your blood is wine to men

You’re the least of these but then, You’re the Great I Am

If the hungry were loved instead

By the one’s that were overfed

Could the orphan make his bed

Next to someone?

Justice roll down // Justice roll down // Justice roll down

Like a river