While I'm standing here, singing you this song,
People are crying, people are dying.
So why don't we weep, how can we not cry,
Have we been trying or have we been lying?

We say that we love our neighbor but don't even know their name
Do our lives describe His heart or are our lives in vain?

God, give me a burden
God, give me a word and send me off
To help the hurt and crying
Wounded, hungry, lost and dying ones.

Lord, we have so much, more than we deserve
People are crying
People are dying
So why don't we care, how can we not share
Out of our treasure, wealth beyond measure.