I wonder what you would do, if upon your lawn of green
Lay a ragged, dirty stranger, the likes you've never seen
Would you welcome him and feed him or be horrified instead?
(What ever would the neighbours think!) is going through your head
Would you view the muck and mire that is caked upon his feet
And ask him please to shower, before he takes a seat
Would you slip him twenty dollars and say" Please, please go away!"
"The neighbours wouldn't understand, if I ask you to stay"
Would you say "Come in and welcome to this our home and please
Sit down and rest your weary feet, while I put on some tea"
If Jesus came to your house, I wonder what you'd do
Do you think you'd recognize Him? I sure wonder what I'd do!
He's my brother, He's my mentor but I've been programmed in my head
To avoid all strange and dirty folks, lest I should end up dead
It's fear I think, installed from birth that has tightened up my heart
And I beg you God, to help me now, so I can do my part
For in each and every being, lives a part of Jesus too
And I want to recognize this in, all people just like you
If Jesus comes to my house, let me please welcome HIM and be
Every bit as loving as HE would be to me.
~CW ~