Their Religion Is Kindness

Just look around and you’ll see some harsh things:
greed and hunger, hate and suffering
But also people contributing much
they’re listening and delivering each day in the clutch
It takes time and being present,
finding opportunities to show how they care
To those respecting others’ thoughts and needs
here’s a shout out: thanks!
for all you share.
Their religion is kind (kindness)
and may it grow that many more be blessed
I can’t help but be inspired by their kindness
A perfect case in point, my friend Joe
He’ll always greet you with a smile and warm hello
He teaches by example, what you see is what he’s got
Self-deprecating jokes, and pitching in ‘til asked to stop
Yeah it’s great to be around him,
to feel acknowledged and among those quickly put at ease
On the job, at home, wherever his feet go
No doubt there’s a thing in which he truly believes
His religion is kind (kindness)
and may it grow that many more be blessed
I can’t help but be inspired by his kindness.
To cultivate and give her best
the M.O. of a woman whose response to life is gratefulness
I call her Mom but many others also could
She treats the world like family the hugs, the meals – all good
Creating space for learning
so many can explore and express from the heart
Hers only seems to grow
Think slightly smaller than Grand Canyon National Park
Her religion is kind (kindness)
and may it grow that many more be blessed
I can’t help but be inspired by her kindness
May it grow
Including everyone may it grow
Regardless of where you’re from, may it grow
Some work is never done, may it grow
Might as well sing and make it fun, may it grow
In town or a mountain top, may it grow
Together we’re tough to stop, may it grow
Giving it what we’ve got, may it grow
‘Bout time for a bumper crop, may it grow
Listening and making time, may it grow
Sharing – it’s yours and mine, may it grow
Even if we can read the signs, may it grow
So much we’ve yet to find, may it grow
Rock on helpers in every land, may it grow
Working solo or with a band, may it grow
Could be Northern Afghanistan, may it grow
Or the middle of Birmingham, may it grow
Even the darkest night, may it grow
Easy to run in fright, may it grow (we’re all in this together)
No other sign of light, may it grow
We can be shining bright, yeah
May it grow