The Mute

The Mute

I will speak for the ones who have no voice
The ones who seem mute to us who have a choice.
I will lend my back to the broken many
Who have never climbed to the sky and received plenty.
I will give my food to the ones who hunger
And my drink to the ones who constantly suffer
I will spread my words to the far and near,
Who have bloodied ears but hearts to hear.
Oh earth, hear me your children are dying!
And all of your sons are not complying
They speak of sadness and even begin crying
But there are even tears who play the game of lying.
I will not be idle and shut my heart
When babies face life’s battles from the start.
I will rejoice in the Lord who has given me a voice
To speak to the ones who are mute without choice.