Compassion Walks The City Street by Justin Wedgewood
Compassion walks the city street
and listens for uncertain feet
that hunt a home they cannot find
because the heart that leads is blind.
Compassion holds a steady light
to show the way through chill of night
and takes the homeless by the hand,
to guide them to a warmer land
Compassion walks the prison halls
in search of those affliction walls
in hopelessness beyond despair
because no voice speaks solace there.
Compassion breaks the bars
and locks to forge a path through all
that blocks the way to every lonely cell,
where anguish pines in silent hell
Compassion walks the empty waste where dust
and ash are all they taste.
Who lose their way in barrenness
and eat the bread of bitterness.
Compassion sets a table there with bread
and wine both rich and rare,
for all who faint in hunger's hold,
and carries them to plenty's fold
Compassion walks where life is hard,
where eyes are blank and faces marred,
by pain too great to understand,
and shoulders those too weak to stand.
Compassion is the Shepherd's name:
who from the halls of heaven came
to travel landscapes bare
and bleak for those that only love would seek
Compassion does not tire or sleep
but walks wherever suff'rers weep,
through ages past and still to come,
until the world is gathered home,
to rest and last where mercy reigns
and heals all ills and stills all pains.
And there compassion's walk will cease,
where God is all, and all is peace
Written by: Genevieve Glen
Music: Justin Wedgewood
copyright 2002, Benedictine Nuns of the Abbey of St. Walburga.
Published by OCP
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