Will the hungry know their worth
in the dust of famine's dirt'
Will the orphans' cry be heard
by someone'

When the spirit and bride say "come,
down the aisle from your throne"
Will you be pleased by what's been done
by someone'

You're the hungry but Your body's the bread
You're the thirsty but Your blood is wine to men
You're the least of these but then, You're the Great I Am

If the hungry were loved instead
by the one's that were overfed
Could the orphan make his bed
next to someone'

Justice roll down // Justice roll down // Justice roll down
Like a river