There is a way

That God meant people to be.

Many are not that. But some are.

And if the time comes,

I wish to be counted among them.

May I break bread with beggers.

May I cry with the broken.

Stand with the fighters,

My words fitly spoken.

May I pray for my enemy,

They are merely mislead.

May all that I meet

Leave with kind words in their heads.

And when my Dear Lord

Over there I do see

May I be counted among

Those who could speak.