Past your toes
Past your finger tips
Past the tip of your nose:
Hear other hearts breaking
And cries just to be,
Even more, silence in the dark.
See those who cannot
And whose feet are to blame,
Even more, flesh that won't heal.
Then make songs in hurting hearts,
Be the cane that more than shows the way,
And break the teeth that would eat the
The measure of God in a man
Is more than just noticing,
It is more what you actually do