a child sits and waits, he is begging for some bread
the sidewalk where he sits is where he will make his bed
and a mother is crying, because her husband is dead
and her children will go another day without being fed
we’ve got to find a better way
we have churches and steeples, pastors and teachers
artists and leaders and 9 to 5 people
liars and thieves, cheaters and stealers
is the door open to both the saints and the sinners?
there is a virus
he carried our disease
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