Life a life of privilege,
Pushing back the last, the lost, the least of these,
To dull the edge of conscience with conceit.
Live a life and see the world,
Feel its weight on the shoulders of the least of these.
It spins and twirls without rest or relief.
We all, we all wear dignity.
It covers the strong, the weak.
We all, we all wear dignity.
Even the last, the lost, the least.
Step into a spacious place,
Where pride and right will give way to the least of these,
To know the face of who a man can be.
We all, we all wear dignity.
It covers the strong, the weak.
We all, we all wear dignity.
Even the last, the lost, the least.
His image shown,
When we give our lives, our time, our own,
To feed, to clothe,
Those in His image we have left alone.
We all, we all wear dignity.
It covers the strong, the weak.
We all, we all wear dignity.
Even the last, the lost, the least.
We all, we all wear dignity.
God help the blind like me.
Finding at last a voice we cry,
And see with clear, unblinking eyes.