We have nothing to give but our hearts.
Our lives given to the service of all.
You've stripped it all away, our ideals of selfish gain.
The last, the least, the lost may we serve today.
You sent out your call.
So we set our course for home.
Prodigal sons and daughters we are (no more),
Welcomed in with open arms.
Once was lost, now is found.
Brothers and sisters on solid ground.
You've taken these jars of clay, broken, battered, and thrown away.
Put together, now, in community.
And you saw us a far way off, and you ran with open arms.
from United Harvest Workers Union
released June 29, 2010
All music written by United Harvest Workers Union
Lyrics by Denman Rooke
Vocals, Acoustic Guitar- Denman Rooke
Drums, Percussion- Neal Leventry
Electric Guitar- Justin Miller
Organ, Electric Guitar- Jake Pellatiro
Bass Guitar- Dylan Rooke