We are the angels and we are the guardians....

We are the angels the others are praying for
Our hands: the lifters,  for those who are wounded sore
We are the carriers, the hope and the healing
If only we'd be open to what  others are feeling..

We are the angels and we are the guardians
We must be willing to act without audience
To bring to the broken the needy the homeless
Some sort of comfort for all of their brokenness

We see the broken the people who are hurting
From all of the gatherings the hopeless are skirting
Left out from welcomes the wounded go hoping
For someone to notice their brokenness and coping

We are the angels and we are the guardians
We must be willing to act without audience
To bring to the broken the needy the homeless
Some sort of comfort for all of their brokenness

All of the agencies and all of the politics
Seem to be blinded to what can eradicate this
All of the funders and all of the charities
Are needing the insight of some angelic luminaries

We are the angels and we are the guardians
We must be willing to act without audience
To bring to the broken the needy the homeless
Some sort of comfort for all of their brokenness

Out on our street corners and into our dumpsters
Are people who are hopeless and so much in need of us
Yes they should be working and  should be accountable
But who can instruct one who has lost all the bountiful..

We are the angels and we are the guardians
We must be willing to act without audience
To bring to the broken the needy the homeless
Some sort of comfort for all of their brokenness