And was he once a mother's son? And did she once hold his small hand? And is he now the same as then? Like that weak child who needs his mother's love, that small boy seeking his Father's touch? Is he now helpless as a child, who cannot even feed himself? And if he is, what hope is there? Now he is cast upon the ground, without a soul to strengthen him? Who is there now who'll fight for him? Who'll intercede and plead his case? My Lord, please fight for him and show us how to be Your hands, Your feet. So men like him won't be alone. So men like him might see Your face, through our scarred lives, through our embrace.
"Give justice to the weak and the fatherless; maintain the right of the afflicted and the destitute. Rescue the weak and the needy." - Psalm 82.3-4