Brothers and sisters and little bitty children
Black and white, rich and poor
Gay and straight, great and small
We are God’s children, all!
And the good Lord gave us two hands, didn’t He?
One for the giving, one for the taking
And when your brother is crying and ain’t got what to eat
When he’s crying and ain’t got where to sleep
When his heart is filled with an ache and a pain
And he ain’t got who to cry with
I want you to take your hand and reach it out for him
And say, “Ain’t that what it’s there for?”
And when your own heart is troubled
When your own heart is filled with the fear and frustration of the day
You’ve got to take your other hand
And reach it out to the man up there
‘Cause ain’t that what He’s there for?