A Passing Moment of Outreach
I’m waiting for you….
Our eyes they quickly meet
You look away from tattered and torn
Oh, don’t hurry so fast, son,
Surely you can see, I am forlorn.
You can see my entire life
In this plastic bag or metal cart.
You pause to invite me out of conscience.
But am I REALLY in your heart?
I’m waiting for you….
You see me on the street
And fear is all you feel.
Don’t tuck your head and hustle by. Please.
I didn’t ask to sell these drugs I deal.
Behind these eyes that flash
Angry attitude and bitter hate
Are broken dreams of a Sunday school kid
Who thinks he’s stuck in fate.
I’m waiting for you….
You’ve stopped and tried to witness.
I’m as drunk as I can be.
I’m just trying to make it to the next day, man.
There’s no future that I can see.
I can tell you want to leave
I’m sorry I smell so bad
But wait, please, do you know
That you’re the only hope I have.
I’m waiting for you….
I see you every day
A fine employee you make
I watch you come and go
I watch every step you take.
What’s so different here?
Is what I constantly ask.
“Must be a church girl”, I ponder.
Can she SEE this broken man and hidden flask?
I’m waiting for you….
I saw you from my window.
My daddy won’t let me play.
I saw all of you laughing and walking.
But Daddy told me, “Inside I stay.”
He’s reawwy mean to me sometimes.
Sometimes he hits me weal hard.
Please, please don’t go.
Don’t walk away from my yard.
I’m waiting for you….
College life has got me down.
Man, these books are piled high.
No time for anything, you think.
Oh, please don’t pass me by.
My life, you see, is filled with stress.
There’s no relief in site.
I’ve gotta prepare myself for my future.
I’ve gotta make everything seem right.
I’m waiting for you….
I’m waiting for you to remember me
When you lay down to sleep at night.
I’m waiting for you to pray for me
To tell me there is hope in sight.
