Who cares about the beggar on the street
With his frost-bitten hands and his worn out feet
Stop look into his eyes, you won’t see any heat
For the flame has long died and the man feels defeat.
Take a moment don’t judge him or say he’s to blame
For putting himself through such suffering and pain
Remember this poor soul too has a name
In God’s eyes you are both just the same.
For here is a man for unknown reasons
Has gave up hope and stopped believing
Not caring if he makes it through another season.
Left without dignity and feeling no worth
Maybe it’s self inflicted or it could be from birth
Living in hell and dying on earth.
Rejection cuts deep and the hurt won’t heal
All this man knows is he needs another meal
Life’s circumstances have brought him to beg borrow or steal.
There is no medicine on the shelf
To make him feel good about himself
Only love and understanding can cure his mental and emotional health.
So take the time to say hello and talk with him awhile
It may just be what he needs to go that extra mile
And as you are about to part you may notice a slight smile
You will come to feel in a very short while
The inner heat you’ve brought to that poor exile.