But by the grace of God there go I
I could be the one begging in the street
With no house to keep me warm and no food to eat
I look into her eyes
She’s no different than me
How could I not be moved?
How could I not see?
Who made me the judge to cast her down in shame?
I could be the one
We are both the same
But by the grace of God there go I
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