Little Beggarman

Little Beggarman
Walking down the street
No warm drink, no food to eat
His arms sore, his eyes dry out of tears
His legs struggling to keep himself up
No home to find shelter or refuge

Little Beggarman
Down the street
Like I said, no food to eat.
God's crying really hard today
His tears are tiny,
but strong as steel.
Drilling down on man's dry skin
...he feels chilly to the bone.

Little Beggarman
Lying in the street
No man stops to the brother.
His throat drying up like a desert
His body growing weaker
He could count all his bones
as if he's being crucified.
He begins to wonder
how Jesus could bear the pain.

Little Beggarman, Little Beggarman
Lying on the ground
An angel is carrying his measly bones.
Little Beggarman, oh Beggarman!

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