We walk by them every day.
Yet, we pretend not to see
The dirty clothes, the matted hair;
A soul that needs set free.
Yet, we pretend not to see
The dirty clothes, the matted hair;
A soul that needs set free.
We walk by them and whisper
About what an awful shame;
How sad that they are homeless.
But, without Jesus, we'd be the same.
About what an awful shame;
How sad that they are homeless.
But, without Jesus, we'd be the same.
Are you lost and homeless,
Without Jesus in your heart?
Are you living on streets of sin,
Where begging takes a part?
Without Jesus in your heart?
Are you living on streets of sin,
Where begging takes a part?
Or, are you one who walks on by,
Ignoring the homeless and poor?
Are you the one who's homeless
Yes knocking on Heaven's door?
Ignoring the homeless and poor?
Are you the one who's homeless
Yes knocking on Heaven's door?