The orphan clings to Your handnSinging the song of how he was foundnThe widow rejoicesnFor her oppressors are silenced nownnYou sit at the table with the wounded and the poornYou laugh and share stories with the thief and the whorenWhen You could just be silent nAnd leave us here to dienStill, You sent Your Son for usnYou are on our sidennThe runaway falls at Your feetnYou are what he has searched fornThe rich man is brokennWhen he stands beneath a sky full of starsnnYou sit at the table with the wounded and the poornYou laugh and share stories with the thief and the whorenWhen You could just be silent nAnd leave us here to dienStill, You sent Your Son for usnYou are on our sidennYou sit at the table with the wounded and the poornYou laugh and share stories with the thief and the whorenWhen You could just be silent nAnd leave us here to dienStill, You sent Your Son for usnYou are on our sidennStill, You sent Your Son for usnYou are on our side