Copyright, Publishing and Licensing:  Tracy Howe/The Restoration Project
1191 Forest Edge Rd, Woodland Park, CO 80863

Least of These

Young man your eyes look so old
The weight and pain of all those years before love could take hold
I remember when I stood there
Among the least of these
He found me still

You who condemn me would you judge me now
For standing in a prison cell where pride has kept you out
By the strength of God to cover all my sin and doubt
Sing unto the least of these

Precious daughter I long to hold
Through the bars and scars the world has placed around your soul
With the least of these I’ve wept
But I’m reaching still
I love you still

Do you dare feel the fire in your bones
Let he without selfishness cast the first stone
I will not condemn nor cast away because of your own doubt
My beloved I see
The least of these
And I will set her free

You who condemn me would you judge me now
For standing in a prison cell where pride has kept you out
By the strength of God to cover all my sin and doubt

Sing unto the least of these