What’s Needed

Give grace to those who seek
Whose soul is found among the meek
Their body laid out among the weak
A life that may never get to peak

Bring hope to those who fail
Who may never sing their tale
They’re to carry an empty pail
A strife forever keeping them in jail

Drop around them rays of hope
Who’s to free their mind of useless trope
There before the Lord they cope
A knife to cut the binds allowing them to lope

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