I asked the Lord whose place it was
To lend a helping hand,
To try to lift my brother up
Or help my sister stand.
I asked him who should be the one
To do his work on earth.
Who should hold the dying hand or
The one that‘s giving birth?
I asked him who should lead the way
In trying to do more
To help the lonely when they weep,
Those cast on a lost shore,
Those who fear the way before them
Or dare not look behind.
Who should stand for those who fall?
Whose cause is all mankind?
I asked the lord to answer me,
To give me a clear sign.
And when I turned to my window
He showed me… it is mine.
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