The Twenty-first Time

Nowhere to live, nowhere to fall he used to have money, but he’s wasted it all. His face is a photograph burned in my mind, but I pretend not to see him for the twenty-first time He sleeps under stars, that’s all he can afford His blanket's an old coat he’s had since the war He stands on the corner of Carter and Vine But I pretend not to see him for the twenty-first time He may be a drifter, he’s grown old and gray But what if he’s Jesus and I walk away? I say I’m the body and drink of the wine but I pretend not to see him for the twenty-first time She’s twenty-nine but she feels forty-eight She can’t raise three kids on minimum wage She’s cryin’ in back of the welfare line but I pretend not to see her for the twenty-first time She may be a stranger tryin’ to get through the day but what if it’s Jesus and i walk away? I say I’m the body and drink of the wine but I pretend not to see her for the twenty-first time This is a call for a change in my heart I realize that I’ve not been doin’ my part when I needed a Savior, I found it in Him He gave to me, now I’ll give back to them Drifter or stranger, Daughter or son I’ll look for Jesus in every one ’cause I am the body and drink of the wine and I’m thankful there’s more than the twenty-first time