Saw his old weathered fist holding on tight to that brown paper bag Pressed it up to his lips and took another sip in the rain He was mumbling words on the edge of the curb with his eyes to the ground I would've walked on by but I thought I heard him say I am Jesus I'm your mother, father Sister, brother Your son and daughter You can pretend you don't hear me You can say I don't exist But I am I am Jesus I admit right at first I thought he was just some crazy old fool 'Til he carefully shifted his gaze and looked up at me I recalled an old phrase from back in the days as his desperate eyes sunk in Something about whatever you do to the least of these - you do to me There's no way Could it be I don't know Maybe he Was some sort of homeless angel With a message just for me There's no way Could it be I don't know Maybe he Was some sort of homeless angel With a message just for meTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
