The Last, The Lost, The Least

Live a life of privilege
Pushing back the last, the lost
The least of these
To dull the edge of conscience with conceitLive a life and see the world
Feel its weight on the shoulders
Of the least of these
It spins and twirls without rest or reliefWe all, we all wear dignity
It covers the strong, the weak
We all, we all wear dignity
Even the last, the lost, the least, whoa, whoaStep into a spacious place
Where pride and right will give way
To the least of these
To know the face of who a man can beWe all, we all wear dignity
It covers the strong, the weak
We all, we all wear dignity
Even the last, the lost, the least, whoa, whoaHis image shown, oh
When we give our lives, our time, our own
To feed, to clothe, oh
Those in His image we have left aloneWe all, we all wear dignity
It covers the strong, the weak
We all, we all wear dignity
Even the last, the lost, the leastWe all, we all wear dignity
God help the blind like me
Finding at last a voice we cry
And see with clear, unblinking eyesWhoa, whoa, whoa
Whoa, whoa, whoa