they fight and cry
they sit and wait
they ache and moan
they wail and die
what eye is dry
at their poor estate
hearts moved and groan
is mercy's loud outcry
their hands are idle
and minds are blank
their eyes are dull
and hearts are fainting
what love may kindle
hearts so dank
except Christ’s so full
a love worth boasting
they feel and hurt
stomachs groan in hunger
they need and want
mouths dry of thirst
our hands to comfort
peace and food to offer
a task not to daunt
water so simple ends the curse
oh, church to action
a world for impacting
with hands of love
born of Christ above
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