I might have stopped to offer help
But I was awfully busy
Plus how he was dressed mixed with thoughts of how he
smelled
Made me feel uneasy
I’m not cold to their plight I throw change in their cup
But they’ve got shelters, they’ve got food stamps
Isn’t that enough?
I’m working hard so I can get all the stuff that’s due me
If they won’t work they shouldn’t eat—it says that all too
plainly
The way they look when I go by, like I’m to blame for their
pain
If they would work as hard as me… I’d celebrate their gain
The economy is weak this year so I had to draw from my
equity
Even so I do a little something for those less fortunate
than me
At Christmas I send a frozen turkey to the food co-op pantry
I guess it’s my little way of saying “Thanks for all You’ve
given me.”
My world’s not all it could be tho I admit we’ve got plenty
Still every now and then I get a surprise handed to me.
Like today when I was finishing Matthew 25
And Jesus whispered He didn’t know me
