Help the Weak
(Cries of the un-fathered)
I hear the cries of children, dispossessed
Of fathers - and mothers - they are bereft
Cries that cut to the heart and soul
Of infants and toddlers – hearts growing cold
The cycle of sin has many fruits borne
So even the young feel tired and worn
Lord, where is the healing of which you speak?
What price must we pay to help the weak?
Your answer comes, it’s plain to see
Stay in My Presence and out of that – be
The answer you seek to help the weak
Is in the Word my Body speaks
Words of peace and sweet release
That cause men’s faith to rise with ease
Words of courage, wise and sweet
Words that get men on their feet
Words creating wealth and peace
Sweetening life as turmoil cease
And fathers once more fathers be
Protectors of the seed they see.