At the clinic door, you held her place in line
Shared your lunch beneath the county sign
A neighbor learned the names the papers missed
And left a lantern where the cold wind twists
No one is free while someone waits alone
We make a wider table, call it home
Let peace begin with what our hands can do
A fair day’s work, a welcome offered true
Love keeps the promise when the road is long
And every heart can add a voice to the song
The old courthouse steps were slick with rain
Still folks came back to speak each other’s name
A young girl drew a sun on cardboard brown
Then passed it to the hands that turned it round
No one is whole while someone’s hope is sold
We share the bread; the table makes us bold
Let peace begin with what our hands can do
A fair day’s work, a welcome offered true
Love keeps the promise when the road is long
And every heart can add a voice to the song
Spirit, teach us how to listen well
Stand beside the stories fear would quell
Give us courage gentle, steady, clear
To meet a stranger and keep them near
Let peace begin with what our hands can do
A fair day’s work, a welcome offered true
Love keeps the promise when the road is long
And every heart can add a voice to the song
Every heart can add a voice to the song
Make room, make room
There is room for everyone
