Blessed are the dumpster divers, the gettin’ by-ers
The lied to and the liars.
Blessed are you if you're out of the loop
Out of line, out of time
On your third third strike.
You have another second chance.
Blessed are the teachers, the garbage
collectors, the cops and the thugs
Black lives, brown lives, blue lives
You are represented, you matter.
Blessed are the terminal
The trapped, the tapped out
The drowning and the dying
The quitters and the fighters.
Grab your lifeline, you have rescue.
Blessed are the inmates, the outcasts
The up-and-coming, the down-and-out.
For the cut off, shut in
Shut down and shut out
There is an open door.
Blessed are the addicts and the abusers
The cranked up, coked up
Cooked up and choked up
The buyers and the sellers
You marathoners on a treadmill.
There is an intervention coming.
Blessed are you, the neighbor who labors
You nine-to-fivers, overtimers
You ADHDs, OCDs, PTSDs
All you weary, take your rest.
Blessed are the losers, the lost
And the lost in the shuffle
The last in line.
See the light, you are seen.
Blessed are the deaf, and blessed are the silenced
The unschooled and the unnoticed
The forgetful and forgotten
Raise your voices, you are heard
Blessed are you, the misunderstood
The mistaken, the shaken
The unwashed, unwanted, unforgiven.
All you diamonds in the rough.
Take heart; you will shine.