As Lazarus lay with outstretched arm,
the rich man, held all within his grip;
pursuing his designs, above All,
making no matter of Lazarus.

Living well, thinking well of himself,
dwelling in the lap of luxury,
the rich man, held up by many things,
could not see the Beat within his heart.

Rich man? We all do what we will do.
Lazarus? Raised up, received his due,
dignity and comfort came his way,
Abraham by his side in Heaven.

And while things can still be bought and sold,
the most important and precious ones,
worth their weight in gold, are born of Grace,
arriving on the wings of mercy.

Blessed is he who keeps faith forever,
secures justice for the oppressed,
gives food to the hungry.
The Lord sets captives free.

The Lord gives sight to the blind;
the Lord raises up those who were bowed down.
The Lord loves the just;
the Lord protects strangers.

The fatherless and the widow he sustains,
but the way of the wicked he thwarts.
The Lord shall reign forever;
your God, O Zion, through all generations. Alleluia. – Psalm 146:7-10