The Twenty-First Time-MONK AND NEAGLE

Nowhere to live Nowhere to fall He used to have money But he’s wasted it all His face is a photograph burned in mind But I pretend not to see him for the twenty-first time He sleeps under stars, it’s all he can afford His blanket’s an old coat he’s had since the war He stands on the corner of Carter and Vine But I pretend not to see him for the twenty-first time He may be a drifter who’s grown old and gray But what if it’s Jesus and I walk away I say I’m the body and drink of the wine But I pretend not to see him for the twenty-first time She’s 29 but she feels 48 She can’t raise three kids on minimum wage She’s crying in back of the welfare line But I pretend not to see her for the twenty-first time She may be a stranger trying to get through the day But what if it’s Jesus and I walk away I say I’m the body and drink of the wine But I pretend not to see her for the twenty-first time This is a call for a change in my heart I realize that I’ve not been doing my part When I needed a Savior, I found it in Him He gave to me, now I’ll give back to them Drifter or stranger, daughter or son I’ll look for Jesus in everyone ‘Cause I am the body and drink of the wine And I’m thankful there’s more than the twenty-first time [[Category:Monk & Neagle]]

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