The Beggar Song

 

Don't turn your eyes from me
Don't turn away
I see the wealth you hide within
Share it, I pray
You don't have to squeeze my hand
You know I am poor
I only want a little
I don't ask you for more
My clothes tattered, my flesh torn
Flies fill my face
You reason I'm unworthy of you
But I need your grace
Your wealth abounds and begs release
Please heal my sore
Your pockets full yet sown with greed
Do you need it more?

Don't give me pictures from your cameras
Movies nor magazines
You have the life that I need to live
Give me bread, don't give me jeans
You turn away from my saddness
But what would Jesus do?
Would He give me dust and say "go away"?
Or heal me and say, "Be true"?