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.