Sometimes I feel despondent
I'm out of everything but hope.

As everything I have ... I own ... is
spent ... is lost ... or broke.

No friends have I ... no place to rest
... embarrassed 'cause I'm so shabbily
dressed ... passersby avert my eyes.

Perhaps they feel my poverty, my despair,
my loneliness is a sin,
that haunts the air.

And if they smile ... or simply nod ...
they'll distance themselves from the Living God.

But I see Jesus down the street ...
In a tattered coat ... with shuffling feet.

He's passing among the poor ... the lost.
He's smiling through a stubble beard ...

His Eyes meet mine ... and I'm at peace.

I'm quite ashamed I've reached this state
with empty pockets and halting gait ...

But Jesus doesn't seem to care ...
about my unkempt matted hair.

He never speaks ... just takes my hand ...
His Gaze tells me ... He understands.

His loving Eyes ... calm my fears ... for they shed
... loving precious Tears.

Oh, the Kings have their Kingdoms
and the rich have country homes.

Princes have their palaces ... yet passersby
throw stones. When will they ever realize
for their sins Our Lord was stoned.

Though I still walk the lonely streets ... and
hunger gnaws ... and the wind bring tears,
I know My Savior Jesus has come to calm my fears.

For the Lord knows that I hungered most
not for meat or drink ...
but my heart forlorn ...that only God can see
sought a Savior to love an outcast ... like me.