Least Of These

Brandin Reed

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My, my, my, my
Look what we’ve done
We’ve been running around drawing big crowds
While are brother’s all alone on the corner with his head to the ground

My, my, my, my
How we make a sweet sound
We sing and declare with our hands in the air
But hands are meant to lend one another with tenderness and care

And there You are
There You are

My, my, my, my
How we faded away
Speak to my heart
Lead me back home
Give me a heart for the broken and a love for more souls

As you’ve done to the least of these
So you have done to Me
Hallelujah, hallelujah
Angels they stop to sing
Songs from the heavens ring
Hallelujah, hallelujah

See the hungry
See the cost
Children thirsty
Treasures tossed
The stranger outside with no home
See the naked
See the poor
The slamming bars
The prison doors
As tears from the sick rea