Feed The Poor Lyrics

I'm afraid of the truth of my negligence

As I stand in the mirror, I'm face to face with a demon

Oh Christ you fed the poor, responding with compassion

And this dead world needs more, we're called to Your submission

Cause You said

Feed the poor, the least with whom I identified

And in their troubles, full, with hope having all but died

The hand of power revealed when mercy you extend

And in the face of the poor, you'll find the face of him

But I'm not convinced — yet — to sell my life for you

What can I do with this apathy

My son the time has come — would you withhold your own life

All who surrender to me will find their life abundantly

And you will

Feed the poor, the least with whom I identified

And in their troubles, full, with hope having all but died

The hand of power revealed when mercy you extend

And in the face of the poor, you'll find the face of him

And so I hear your call, and my life's not done yet

You can still take my days, and You can turn around this regret

But should we not judge ourselves in a new way?

Should we not take a look at what, by grace, can be done?

Feed the poor, the least with whom I identified

And in their troubles, full, with hope having all but died

The hand of power revealed when mercy you extend

And in the face of the poor, you'll find the face of him