Least of these hands and feet

I’m hungry and tired

Unkempt and dirty

Thirsty and confused

Little to offer

Filled with needs

I’m no Jesus

But I could be

If you saw me

standing there

If you saw me 

standing there

And didn’t pass me by

Stopped to see my trouble

And gave a hand to help

You’re no Jesus

But you could be

If you saw

Me

Standing there.

My body is sore and aching

Just dragging myself along

I know it’s my own doing

The needle in the arm

The bottle in my hand

I’m no Jesus

But I could be

If you saw me

standing there

If you saw me 

standing there

And didn’t pass me by

Stopped to see my trouble

And gave a hand to help

You’re no Jesus

But you could be

If you saw

Me

Standing there.