The Homeless
When you wake up in the morning,
With a glorious new day's dawning,
Stop and look around you
At the riches that surround you
And think of all the children
Who have no bed to sleep in
And search the chambers of your heart
That's where you have to start.
And though you know it isn't funny
To see those who have no money
Do you drop a coin in their cup
For them to have some food to sup
Or do you just walk on by
And let that ol' man die
You can choose to close your eyes
And not listen to their cries,
Or you could do what Christ asks
And turn to face the task
As many hearts as you can reach,
Should be your goal to teach,
And many a young mind
That your search can find
So to heal as many souls
As it takes to make you whole.