Let us then live for others
O sisters mine and brothers
Their pain let us appease
Stress from them release
A smile at times is enough
For the weary sailing rough
Let us save coins and change
And help from others arrange
And hear out the aggrieved
And embrace the bereaved
Items lying here and there
Those we can easily spare
Which we seldom or never use
Parting from them let us choose
Phone, skype and email
Their services we can avail
To inquire about those unwell
And who in tough times dwell
And before God let us cry
With that wailing teary eye
Prayers are gushing fountains
They can move mountains:
Lord! Take good care of the bitten
Shower thy mercy on the stricken
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