Hungry For Life

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