The Lord's Manger

Homeless, sleep most everywhere
Grocery carts precision packed
It’s kinda hard not to stare
Lacking lives in disregard

We love them so in our hearts
Tho’ our heads say they’re bad
We could be pushing those very carts
The fact we aren’t makes us glad

They don’t ask for help from us
Just money for the high
I shake my head and simply sigh
They sleep in the lord’s manger

Animals don’t want to live this way
Animals want food and shelter
Cold concrete’s a rock hard stay
To see this makes me sad

We all don’t choose their fate
Waiting for death to cut us hard
Because their pain is so very great
The poor men’s souls are scarred