FRIEND OF THE POOR
CompassionArt
By Andy Park : Leeland Mooring
Verse1:
On the African plains,
A young mother weeps, for her hungry child
She prays he’ll survive, with tear-filled eyes
She looks up to heaven, and calls your name
She pours out her pain
You know her name, and you hear her cries
Chorus:
Friend of the poor, help me through the night
Help me in the fight, come to my rescue
Friend of the poor, take this skin and bones
Make this heart a home, come to my rescue
Verse2:
On the streets of L.A.
An old man lies in his cardboard home
He feels so alone, with tear-stained eyes
He looks up to heaven, and prays a prayer:
“Is there anyone there?”
You know his name and you hear his cries,
Chorus.
Bridge:
It’s getting dark, it’s getting late
It’s cold outside the rich mans gate
And I’m wondering,
Do you have any friends around here?
Chorus.