Entertaining Angels Lyrics

In the park, on that bench beneath the elm tree

A man with one hand on a shopping cart lies sleeping

His hair's not seen a brush or comb

Since that park bench became his home

How long has he been out there all alone?

When did he join the ranks of the unknown?

A mile away a lady holds a sign that's fading

It says something 'bout some work and food and kids

Her mind is clear and then it's gone

In conversations with no one

Will those voices in her head leave her alone?

When did she join the ranks of the unknown?

Would it be so hard for us to pay attention?

Would it be so hard for us to show we care?

When we share the Love of God with His intention

We might be entertaining angels unaware

A paper bag, a slice of bread, some peanut butter

A bag of chips and a bottle of cold water

Put one together for yourself and another for your brother

Get to know the unknown and prepare

To start entertaining angels unaware

You might be entertaining angels unaware

We might be entertaining angels unaware