As I get off the freeway

You hold up your sign

Asking me for things

That are for sure not yours

And that I think are mine

 

Who do you think you are??

Whatever, its just a homeless person

You know they'd work all day for a meal!

But we wouldn't think it's worth it

 

So roll up the window! 

Don't make eye contact! 

Just drink some water!

Turn up the soundtrack!

 

Lock the doors!

Eye them, suspiciously

Besides, they've got nothing

 

In common with you and me

Now let's turn to the cup holder

Make it look like we care

And look for some Change

Whoops, sorry! Looks like it's not there

 

If I were you I'd just get a job

And not just sit around and pout about how 

You look like a slob!

 

Shoot! Man, I better watch what I say!

How would I like it if someone treated me that way?

Plus, Jesus even talked, ate, walked with the poor,

The thieving tax collector, the killer, the whore.

In fact, He especially loved them.

 

He said, "Blessed are the poor, for theirs is the Kingdom of God."

How can this be? Surely His plan can't be flawed!

But if the poor in spirit get Heaven,

Do the rich and wealthy get Earth?

Is Jesus trying to tell me that my possessions are a curse?

Absolutely not! I dare declare!

But as I sit there and stare at the TV

Eating my ice cream I see

Reports of little kids starving to death

Dying of disease

 

And what do I do?

I pray, "Please God,

Please be with those people, Amen."

And then I retreat back to luxury again

 

What am I thinking!?

Kai! Don't you have a soul!?

What are you still doing here, 

Eating ice cream from your little bowl?

 

How will you sleep tonight?

While you know that there are Humans

Awake for sleepless nights

Crouching in ceaseless fright

Knowing not what the night will hold

Who will tell them, "Behold! The Kings love and might

Will pick you up and hold you tight!"?

They are not able to trust anyone or anything 

Because more or less

They are moral less!

 

What am I waiting for?

Why do I just pray those empty words?

I need to just leap!

No matter how absurd

I think the result will turn out

I must show that I'm still willing to gather the kindling

Though I know my God won't ever burn out

 

So I need to keep this one question in my mind:

If a single day in Heaven

Is like a thousand years on Earth,

And I woke up this morning,

When my mother gave birth,

And this afternoon I'll be with God

Unburdened, alive and free

Why aren't I letting go of myself

And obeying His command to me?