Man On The Corner

Man on the corner, homeless and tired
Angry and frustrated with circumstances dire
He is not here by choice as some would imply
He feels degraded and broken to beg, steal and lie

His eyes wander and search for his next victim
An outstretched hand and a quivering lip his crime
He is dirty and he smells of urine and wine
Where is the Church for the needy and poor?

They are in the sanctuary comfortable and warm
Praising and worshiping with glory divine
A God who is faithful and just to forgive
Those who do nothing choosing only to live

For they and few others are worthy you see
To receive God’s blessing and peace for eternity
Why is it that when he’s passed on the street
We turn our heads so our eyes do not meet

He is God’s child and we should welcome him home
And surround him with love so he’s not alone
Forgive and forget is what the Good Book says
Will he forgive me before I’m dead?