Forgiven

I have one life to live, he said For which my soul is driven No lesser man can stay in bed For naught, and be forgiven "But what of those, who living hard Should beg, and mercy find Should those who draw the losing card Be forced to stay behind? " The business man, can do much more Then meddle by his meat The progress that we made before Is not the beggar's beat "But what about the family man The father of his brood Who does the best a father can But cannot buy the food? " The family man may do his part His labor not to shirk But even those with lesser heart May do the harder work "But what about the orphan lad Or tiny orphan miss Who never knew a mom or dad Or drew a tender kiss? " The orphan is most wont to take But seldom to give back He never knows, what others make Or cares what others lack "But what about the humble few Who seek the Father's face Should those who try His will to do Be then refused His grace? " The humble few, who seek the Lord Should seek a steady job No wealthy man, can yet afford The virtue of a mob "If I suppose, what others keep Is more than I've been given Then worry less, provide I sleep Eternally forgiven."