His Eye is on the Sparrow
This song was made "famous" in Sister Act II, but it was first made famous by Mahalia Jackson.
This version is from the film "Member of the wedding", sung by Ethel Waters.
I chose the Ethel Waters version, because in her biography, she tells the story of her mother, lying on an old sofa, suffering and in pain from cancer and bedsores.
At that time, Ethel was a mere teenager, and could do little. But on her day off, she'd come over and help clean the room, and her mother would always ask her to sing this song.
In the US, the "culture of death" is being pushed more and more, usually using euphemisms, by the present administration, and if they manage their takeover of the medical system, expect in a few years that people will literally be dying because some bureaucrat decides they don't need care (because their "quality of life" index is too low).
But here in the Philippines, ordinary folks can manage to eat (albeit low protein meals of mainly rice) but can't afford medicine.
So our cook's husband, a tricycle driver, died of his high blood pressure (before we moved here) because they couldn't afford medicine for it.
Similarly, children die of infections, and moms die from lack of prenatal care or in childbirth, because they don't want to spend money. Even one of our distant cousins died slowly and painfully because of a fractured hip that was treated with bedrest, mainly because the delay in getting money wired from the US for the surgery resulted in pneumonia and bedsores that made surgery impossible.
When I worked as a doctor, at least I was busy and felt I was doing something to help: serving the Lord with my hands. But since retirement, I do little work--no one seems to want to "sponsor" me as a part time physician, and I can't work full time because of my husband, even if I knew the language well enough to see patients.
But now I have time to think and ponder on all the misery of the world, and all I can do is pray.