The Twenty-First Tme - Monk & 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