Does Anyone Care?

I was going down
From Jerusalem to Jericho,
Towards that cursed town,
Exchanging peace for pain and sorrow.

Then the robbers came
Stripped me and beat me, left me half dead.
Stuck here, bruised and lame
Will this wretched road be my deathbed?

Wait, a priest I see!
Descending like me. My case he’ll claim!
He passes by me,
Then comes a Levite and does the same.

A Samaritan
Comes upon me and observes my plight.
Moved with compassion
He treats my wounds, binding them just right.

Now I’m in the inn,
The church, with all those under Your care.
And now I begin
To find some others still in despair.