You Are On Our Side

The orphan clings to your hand, singing a song of how he was found. The widow rejoices, for her oppressor is silenced now. The runaway falls at your feet; you are what he has searched for. The rich man is broken when he stands beneath a sky full of stars.

You sit at the table with the wounded and the poor. You laugh and share stories with the thief and the whore, and when you could just be silent and leave us here to die, still you sent your son for us. You are on our side.

[bethany dillon]