My Brother's Keeper
He’s on his own, little do I know,
That what he does affects me.
We conversate not, most of the time,
Because he doesn’t speak not out to me.
He’s my brother; he’s none of mine,
My business is occupied by much.
I have no real reason (so I think) right now,
To even keep in touch.
But as I lived I also learned,
We are all of the same race.
The same image of the one true God,
In this time of much grace.
Yes I am his keeper also,
It doesn't matter how much of him I know.
The love of Christ will cause me to love,
This same brother even though.
We are all of the same body of Christ,
And my hands will protect my head from a blow.
For to allow you to get wounded,
I will suffer myself also.
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