Another day in Nigeria the children beg for bread,
the crops have failed, the well ran dry when they lost the watershed.
A baby dies, its mother cries, the children gather 'round
They're wondering what the day will bring, will they be the next one found?
Do you dare to gaze into their hollow eyes, hollow eyes?
Are they staring holes in you with their hollow eyes, hollow eyes,
hollow eyes?
In the crowded sheds the children lay their heads to escape the Hatian heat.
The hunger pains drive them to the street wond'ring if today they'll eat.
Some find food in the refuse heap, others find disease,
some find it harder just to live when they can die with ease.
Do you dare to gaze into their hollow eyes, hollow eyes?
Are they staring holes in you with their hollow eyes, hollow eyes,
hollow eyes?
The least of these is hungry. The least of these is sick.
The least of these needs clothing. The least of these needs drink.
The least of these knows sorrow. The least of these knows grief.
The least of these has suffered pain, and Jesus is His name.
Do you dare to gaze into their hollow eyes, hollow eyes?
Is He staring back at you with His hollow eyes, hollow eyes,
(This last one is very soft)
hollow eyes?
These are the chord forms I use for this song. Just so you know, each
x
o o o
x x play the other chords by yourself.
o o o