Dirty hands in the trench Teach more than slogans From the bench Dig deep and work Hand to hand Play your instrument loudly Don’t just watch the band
Give yourself away so that Others may heal Through the offering of time And a precious warm meal
Expect to be blessed and Expect to be hurt It’s the penance of love When you live in the dirt
But do it for Him He sees all that you do Whether men acknowledge it Or you get a trophy or two Deeds done in silence Enabled by grace Bring joy to a man’s heart And magnify His sweet face
