They are no different than me

They are no different than me

We are called to be his hands
We are called to be his feet

Offer them love
Offer them comfort
Offer them something to eat

My Sisters and Brothers
Heart to heart
They are no different than me

I can’t be angry
I refuse to hate
Mourn, cry, feel your feelings
Then be kind
It’s never too late

They said to be like Him
Yet now they are silent
I don’t understand
They said to be like him

I will offer love
I will offer comfort
I will offer them something to eat
Because I am called to be his hands
I am called to be his feet

Maybe the others will catch up
Maybe they will see
Heart to heart
They are no different than me

Kathleen Thackham 2.1.17



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