He has everything he's ever wanted in this life. I have nothing, a poor man begging. His coat costs more than my life these days. I sleep at his gate hoping for scraps to eat.
I'm getting weaker everyday. Your feasts are greater everyday.
It seems I've taken my last breath tonight. No more will I be begging. I'm feeling my soul take flight. One on each arm, these angels carry me to Abraham's side. Bury me in the ground, I've been given new life.
All Glory to God, I feel no pain! My sores are gone. I thirst no more. I will never have to beg again! All Glory!
(Nick Detty) I find this life has nothing to give me. I work to toil underneath the setting sun. Holy Father, I live in anguish. These flames torment my very soul. I can’t hide my shame. I see now I never honored Your name. Take these rags, these riches, this state of mind where I have nothing to claim. Warn my brothers, to trust the King who gave the poor man a new song to sing. That the chasm we face is far too wide, without the Light, an ocean could not cause this fire to subside.