God Help The OutcastsI
don’t know if You can hear me Or
if You’re even there I
don’t know if You will listen To
a humble prayer They
tell me I am just an outcast I
shouldn’t speak to You Still
I see Your face and wonder Were
You once an outcast too God
help the outcasts Hungry
from birth Show
them the mercy They
don’t find on earth The
lost and forgotten They
look to You still God
help the outcasts Or
nobody will I
ask for nothing I
can get by But
I know so many Less
lucky than I God
help the outcasts The
poor and downtrod I
thought we all were The
children of God I
don’t know if there’s a reason Why
some are blessed, some not Why
the few You seem to favor They
fear us Flee
us Try
not to see us God
help the outcasts The
tattered, the torn Seeking
an answer To
why they were born Winds
of misfortune Have
blown them about You
made the outcasts Don’t
cast them out The
poor and unlucky The
weak and the odd I
thought we all were The
children of God |