By the Grace of God

But by the grace of God go I
Homeless and hungry hear their cry
No roof or shelter over their head
No comfy mattress for a bed

Rags for clothes; tattered and torn
Shoes on their feet are thinly worn
No place to bathes or take a shower
In doorways and alleys they do cower

No food filled table on which to dine
The Lord says to us, these children are mine
It's easy to turn and look the other way
But remember your blessings this very day

It could be you living out on the street
Praying a servant of God you will meet
Please open your heart to your fellow man
Give God's children a helping hand