In New York City I made my home
I loved the streets, the very stones
Cared for my comrades,
cherished my friends
Loved all beginnings,
had no time for ends
The city streets are full of woe
I saw suffering wherever I'd go
I did my best to console and heal
Treat each human with full dignity
I never saw a reason to hate
someone who thinks different than you
Each one has their anointed place
In the love reflected in God's face
We all have sorrow, our share of trials
We all are sinners in each other's eyes
Love alone can heal the pain
I have my failings and I have tried
To look them squarely in the eye
To be there when someone might call
For I know cruel well how hard it is to fall
I love the company of friends
The fire and the music sparkling
in their eyes
But I achieved my heart's desire
When I rode beside the ones
who fight the fires
As I arise on this September morn
The sun is beaming down,
the streets are warm
God's in His heaven and all is well
I will go forth and do His will
Father Mychal Judge, friend of God
and friend of all, pray for us.
by Black 47 (Larry Kirwan)
They Can Break Down The Walls But They Cant Break Down America
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