When they call to me, I will answer them; I will be with them in trouble, I will rescue them and honor them.
All of them.
The ones who choose between groceries and medicine, nourishment and healing.
The ones who leave one job only to rush to the next one.
The ones who live and move with constant pain, and cover it with a smile.
When they call to me, I will answer them; I will be with them in trouble, I will rescue them and honor them.
All of them.
The ones who must look over their shoulders, profiled, targeted, chased.
The ones who mortgage their dreams to give their children their best chance.
The ones who hide what makes them special because bullies will be cruel.
When they call to me, I will answer them; I will be with them in trouble, I will rescue them and honor them.
All of them.
The ones who care for children and for parents, set the table, and clean the house.
The ones who wear their hearts on their sleeves in a heavily armored world.
The ones who share their flaws in these airbrushed and photo-shopped times.
When they call to me, I will answer them; I will be with them in trouble, I will rescue them and honor them.
All of them.
The ones who maintain their softness when their circumstances are hard.
The ones who maintain their faith when their hearts are overwhelmed.
The ones who maintain their generosity when their resources are exhausted.
When they call to me, I will answer them; I will be with them in trouble, I will rescue them and honor them.
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