The Good Samaritan
Time and time and time again
With acts of God unplanned,
Like the good Samaritan,
The half-breed lends a hand.
The tribal brands in sand descend,
The chosen of the land
Cannot explain nor comprehend
Why God would thus command.
The natural calamities
They posit God has planned
Must be the fault of refugees
Who stand on bottomland.
But humans rise to higher ground
When hands hold in the sand,
The God within these souls abound
Thru all they all withstand.
And time and time and time again
With acts of God so planned,
Like the good Samaritan,
The half-breeds understand.