Consider the poor, the down and out
The ones we tend to ignore
For they are at the heart of God
Who He sent Jesus for
We tend to live our sumptuous lives

Everyone has got a past
A cupboard full of bones
And there are many instances
That no one could condone
The baggage that you carry round

We tend to add all kind of things
To what's already there
No wonder we are all confused
When pressure comes to bear
Everyone has helpful tips

The hand of satan hovers near
Poised to strike with dread and fear
Knows which button he will press
To bring confusion, cause distress

Climbing up the wall of life
They keep on adding blocks
You never reach the very top
There's lead inside your socks
Might as well accept the fact

Are you free, like the birds of the air
Do you just glide through this life
When all the stresses and strains come along
Do you let Him have your strife

After all the Lord has done
Doubt still reigns supreme
As we go about our day
Our faith is just a gleam
Maybe we just can't believe
His death defeated all

Your smile could brighten any room
It beams across your face
And anybody meeting you
Would think you've found your place
Among the few who have it all

Bewilderment and panic
Has affected our lot
Somebody somewhere
Has hatched up a plot
To unsettle our family
And set off the rot

We have this need to be affirmed
Respected and admired
Noticed as the vital cog
To which we have aspired
What do people think of us
Do we get on their nerves

Thinking back to days gone past
I wonder how I coped
It wasn't how it should have been
Not nearly what I'd hoped
The template was defective
Not blaming anyone

For years I’ve searched
For perfect ways
To reach Your throne of grace