I have been broken down
Been beat to the ground
Nothing left to see of me
But my shame and despair
Yet you pass me so quickly
Never glancing to see me
To be of any help to me
You who called me friend
I have been left bruised
Lay wounded on the dirt floor
All has been taken from me
But my sorrow and pain
Yet you pass me so swiftly
To busy to notice my plea
Or have your turned from me?
You who called me brother
I am left to be be undone
No one to see my calamity
Heart and soul betrays you
Too busy with your religiosity
Yet a stranger passed by me
Noticed me lowly and wounded
In mercy he looked to help me
I had called him my enemy.
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God gives us mercy.
