Wish I could feed all the hungry and clothe every poor
that I would pass along my way each new day
wish there would be no tears or anxious fears
of an uncertain tomorrow
writ largely on their pale, withered, unwashed faces
Wish I could help the helpless, be a face to the faceless
with time and money be utterly generous
gather every resource available within my reach
to hear their faint pleas for help
and expose them to the callous public
Wish I could enter abused, battered households
cane errant spouses without being resisted
wipe her tear stained face, help her to her feet
shower words that'd awaken her inner strength
and watch her begin to smile again
Wish folk both ordinary and great
would just decide to be themselves one day
cast off every pretense, every lie
work their work with honest aim
not for any unjust gain
How I wish this year would turn out different
than any other gone by
when each one would wish this wish
to do good, be an instrument in His hands
then I wouldn't need that magic wand!
