aren't we all just the outcasts the poor and the dying
the drugged out and beat down and dirty and crying
where do our hearts go whenever we stumble
we met the rich man but he was homeless like us
but he's here with a plan to get us out of this dust
his last veil tearing action was to know separation
that gap we never could overcome
to get to God all on our own.
he knew it all for us.
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