Lk 10:30-37, 1 Jn 3:17



where are the amber waves of grain

when one of our homeless native sons has hunger pain

under the overpass they build a fire for heat

they can't remember when they had a meal to eat



some sleep in doorways waiting for the day

some sleep in boxes we have thrown away



under the red, white and blue

right down the street in our view

we're not doing all we can do

to shelter the homeless few

shelter the homeless few



standing in line for soup and bread

hoping tonight the downtown mission has a bed

dreaming about the home they thought they'd never lose

sleeping on benches covered by the daily news



people who pass them by just turn their heads

making them feel like they've been left for dead



under the red, white and blue

right down the street from our pew

we're not doing all we can do

to shelter the homeless few

shelter the homeless few



it's up to me

it's up to you

we're not doing all we can do

to shelter the homeless few

shelter the homeless few