O Bom Samaritano

He was there lying wounded by the side of the road
And everyone passed by without caring
About that situation, hostage of silence only moans
Came from his lips, no one appeared to rescue him
Because they saw no value in him
The priest passed by as well as the Levite
With indifference, brother believe there are moments
When no one cares about your pain

But the good Samaritan appeared to change the story
Rescued the man and paid the price, applied oil
To the wounds then left
Promised to return and pay the price of love
For the good Samaritan knows that a soul
Has great value

And he saw a hidden treasure in a broken clay pot
Destroyed and wounded and lying on the ground
He healed his wounds and gave him a hand, lifted him from the ground
He saw beyond appearance what no one else sees
A precious soul within a being
The good Samaritan will also look at you

When he looks, wounds are healed
When he touches, the oil removes the pain
When he looks, no matter who
Passed by you, when he touches, he shows your worth