On the Corner

Down on the corner of Fifth Street and Vine
You will find pan handlers searching for a dime
Brandishing home made signs of their plight
Living moment to moment with all their might

I've heard people say, don't give your money away
I say how do you know you're not entertaining angels today
I don't know who out there is right or doing wrong
I don't know who out there doesn't belong

But I don't believe it's up to me to decide
If I feel led to give then I should take the ride
If there are those out there wrongfully taking money
It's up to God to judge their immorality

None of us knows what may happen in our lives
One day we could be that person trying to survive
Down on our luck or homeless in this world
Just waiting for the love of a stranger to unfurl

We're all God's children upon this earth
To Him all of us have immeasurable worth
He is the vine to which the downtrodden cling
We are His branches that should to them His love bring