Don't you wish you could save the children? Go to the dumps of Bogota, Calcutta, Manila The ghettos of Sao Paulo, New Delhi, Mexico City Get down on your knees in the filth Dirty some very nice clothes for them Show them that it's they who matter Hug them, kiss them, sing to them Wipe their little hands and faces And feed them I wish I could take them all home Give them their own beds and clothes Tuck them in and tell them of Jesus Feed them, feed them I'd pay a million dollars To wear a ten thousand dollar suit So I could get it dirty just to hold them And feed them, feed them These priceless little souls Most precious of all God's creatures So special, so perfect Who will go to them? Who will dry their tears? Who will show them Jesus? Who will toss them in the air and thrill them? Who will take them home to safety? And feed them, feed them, feed them Stephen Pursell, 5/09 |   |
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