Monday Music - The Least of These

She was begging out in front of the Burger King,
Deep blue hair and a gold nose ring.
She held out one hand and asked me for a dollar-
Somebody's sister, someone's daughter.

Friday night down on Riverside Boulevard,
Where the streets are cold and the times are hard,
There's a tatooed boy living on the run–
Somebody's brother, someone's son.

O Lord, forgive us I pray,
Oh, for every child we've thrown away–
Oh, for tearless eyes that will not see–
For giving up on the least of these.


They shouted whore or they threw a stone,
So she was always careful to come alone.
A daily trial just to get some water–
Somebody's sister, someone's daughter.

A thousand demons were in control;
They filled his mind and they ruled his soul.
A crazy man feared by everyone-
Somebody's brother, someone's son.

O Lord, forgive us I pray,
Oh, for every child we've thrown away–
Oh, for tearless eyes that will not see–
For giving up on the least of these.

"The Least of These" by Dave Burkum, from If I Close My Eyes, © Copyright 2003 by Dave Burkum. Listen or Buy.