God of All Living we make our Confession: too long have we wasted the wealth of our lamd
God of All Living renew our compassion and open our hearts while we reach out our hands
Brothers and sisters of mine are hungry who sigh in their sorrow and keep in their pain
Sisters and brothers of mine are the homeless who wait without shelter from wind and from rain
Brothers and sisters of mine are the hungry, and I shall not feast till the hungry are fed.
Brothers and sisters of mine are the homeless. They sleep by my doorstep, they sit by my bed.
People are they, men and women and children; and each has a heart keeping time with my own.
People are they, persons made in God's image; and what shall I offer them; bread or a stone?