Who Cares

Who cares what I’m goin’ through

Who wants to know these troubles of mine

Who’s gonna stop and listen to my problems

Who’s gonna give me that kind of time

Who cares - the question I keep asking

Who cares - the dull refrain

Who cares - there has to be someone

Who cares enough to want to see me on my feet again

Time won’t always tell us why

It comes. It goes. It passes by.

While we continue trying to find

Someone to give us some kind - of reason

So I’ve concluded on my own

And I’ve become a better man for having known

The gentle touch and caring smile from someone . . .

Who cares

Thank God for the healing arts

And every soul that’s been set apart

To mend broken bodies and broken hearts

To be someone . . . who cares

Then the righteous will answer him saying, "Lord, when did we

see you hungry and feed you, or thirsty and give you drink?

And when did we see you a stranger and welcome you, or naked

and clothe you? And when did we see you sick or in prison

and visit you?" And the King will answer them, "Truly, I say to you, as you

did it to one of the least of these my brothers, you did it to me," (Matthew 25:37-40)