nowhere to live, nowhere to fall

he used to have money, but he's wasted it all

his face is a photograph burned in my mind

but i pretend not to see him for the twenty-first time



he sleeps under stars, that's all he can afford

his blankets and 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, he's grown old and gray

what if he'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 twenty-nine but she feels forty-eight

she can't raise three kids on minimum wage

she's cryin' in back of the welfare line

but i pretend not to see her for the twenty-first time



she may be a stranger tryin' 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 doin' 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, father or son

i'll look for Jesus in every one

'cause i am the body and drink of the wine

and i'm thankful there's more than the twenty-first time