Soon must come a time when our lives will be defined by the good we’ve left behind.
From hugs gifted to loved ones, to words of kind advice.
Indeed, in these uncertain times,
please be sure to bear in mind,
that when you invite those with less to dine,
your food is blessed, then multiplied.
Somehow, life is fixed as such that one must give if they truly wish to never runout.
At sundown, the self-seeking will claim they were too busy to help out,
to come down and give bunk-ups,
each now dumbed down to dumbstruck when we care nothing for their excuses –
“The team we could’ve been has died a dream, it’s too late, and no fun now,” we’ll say.
For those that fly tomorrow are often overlooked today.
And yet sorrow is the way.
Our struggles befit the task.
The brambles are the path.
Sweet roses bare their thorns,
a dusk must draw its dawn,
your gifts were sown to last,
please keep giving.
And still we’re living in a world with too many sufferers of injustice.
Too many others stood on the precipice,
on the cusp of jumping.
Each one Heaven-sent,
yet wondering,
how real Heaven is,
when tumbling,we don’t know how close another is to ending it.
Or thoughts they have of how anything must better this.
No, this is far more than an awards ceremony.
This is recognition of they who help those ostracised towards lonely.
Marginalised towards, “If only…”
This is gratitude to you who extend your hands for others to grip,
when about to slip;
someday soon the Earth must turn to you who have lived for its benefit, as testimony.
So let’s continue reaching out when others don’t seem keen to.
When silence becomes a hiding place the selfish seem to flee to.
But when silence fades from opaque, it slowly becomes see-through,
exposing those whose selfishness must now shine brighter than their dreams do.
But friends, let’s agree to never be one of them.
For our chance to help arrives too soon, yet all too soon is gone again.
The song being sang is sung for they who fight against intolerance, so it’s only right we meet tonight and clap our hands to honour them.
Written by Stephen Morrison-Burke ©
