Today, she was sitting on the street,
sorrow in her eyes,
tin can at her feet,
holes in her stockings,
holes in her shoes,
she's an old beggar woman,
no stranger to bad news.
So I reached in my pocket
to give a bill or two,
in my heart I was trying
to see what I could do.
She thanked me for the money,
I turned to walk away,
but I waited for a moment,
and she began to say.
God loves the widow,
the orphan,
and the needy who haven't got a dime.
God loves the sickly,
in his eyes we're all the same,
God he loves you too,
in the sunshine and the rain.
Don't know where she came from,
don't know her at all,
but the wrinkles on her face,
they kinda tell it all,
so reach in your pocket
and give a bill or two,
and you can thank God in heaven
that the beggar isn't you.
God loves the widow,
the orphan,
and the needy who haven't got a dime.
God loves the sickly,
in his eyes we're all the same,
God he loves you too,
in the sunshine and the rain.
God he loves you too,
if you just call upon his name.