Words by Bob Hartman Based on Luke 10:30-37, 1 John 3:17
Where are the amber waves of grain When one of our homeless native sons has hunger pain Under the overpass they build a fire for heat They can't remember when they had a meal to eat
Some sleep in doorways waiting for the day Some sleep in boxes we have thrown away
Under the red, white and blue Right down the street in our view We're not doing all we can do To shelter the homeless few Shelter the homeless few
Standing in line for soup and bread Hoping tonight the downtown mission has a bed Dreaming about the home they thought they'd never lose Sleeping on benches covered by the daily news
People who pass them by just turn their heads Making them feel like they've been left for dead
Under the red, white and blue Right down the street from our pew We're not doing all we can do To shelter the homeless few Shelter the homeless few
It's up to me It's up to you We're not doing all we can do To shelter the homeless few Shelter the homeless few