| Little hands, shoeless feet, lonely eyes looking back at me
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| Will we leave behind the innocent to grieve
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| On the road, on the run when their lives have only begun
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| These could be our daughters and our sons
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| And just like a drum I can hear their hearts beating
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| I know my God won’t let them be defeated
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| Every child has a dream to belong and be loved
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| Boys become kings, girls will be queens
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| Wrapped in Your majesty
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| When we love, when we love the least of these
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| Then they will be brave and free
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| Shout Your name in victory
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| When we love, when we love the least of these
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| When we love the least of these
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| Break our hearts once again
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| Help us to remember when
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| We were only children hoping for a friend
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| Won’t you look around
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| These are the lives that the world has forgotten
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| Waiting for doors of our hearts and our homes to open
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| If not us, who will be like Jesus
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| To the least of these
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| If not us tell me who will be like Jesus
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| Like Jesus
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| To the least of these
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| We will love the least of these |