Poverty
Is so hard to see
When it’s only on your TV
Or 20 miles across town
Where we’re all living so good
We moved out of Jesus’ neighborhood
Where He’s hungry and not feeling so good
From going through our trash
He says “More than just your cash and coin
I want your time, I want your voice
I want the things you just can’t give me”
So what must we do
Here in the West we want to follow you
We speak the language and keep all the rules
Even a few that we made up
So come on and follow me
Sell your house, sell your SUV
Sell your stocks, sell your security
Give it to the poor
What is this, hey what’s the deal
I don’t sleep around and I don’t steal
I want the things you just can’t give me
I want the things you just can’t give me
‘Cause what you do to the least of these
My brothers you have done it to me
‘Cause I want the things you just can’t give me
I want the things you just can’t give me
