Poverty
Is so hard to see
When it's only on your tv and twenty miles across town
Where we're all living so good
That we moved out of Jesus' neighborhood
Where he's hungry and not feeling so good
From going through our trash
He says, more than just your cash and coin
I want your time, I want your voice
I want the things you just can't give me
So what must we do
Because what you do to the least of these
My brother's, you have done it to me
Cause I want the things you just can't give me