The dark clouds roll over heavy rains
The river will flood the town
The call goes out for volunteers
To throw more sandbags down
You do what you want, you do what you can
Do whatever you please
But whatever you do to the least of these
Remember, you do unto me.
The tornado is gone and so is the town
All that’s left are ruins and cries
And all that’s left of a mom and dad
Is the look in their daughter’s eyes.
You do what you want, you do what you can
You can kill with a glance, or a stroke of a pen
You can bomb from a high flying plane
You can take a man’s wife, you can take a man’s life,
Make a hole where nothing remains.
You do what you want, you do what you can
If you have a choice, if you have a chance
If you have an inkling or two
Remember the Lord loves the least of these
There’s a wrong and a right thing to do.
You do what you want, you do what you can
Do whatever you please
But whatever you do to the least of these
Remember, you do unto me.
Copyright 2006 Malcolm McKinney