Beggar, will God hear me?

My bare feet trudge the ground,

Scraping stones in agony;

I'm lonely in the sound,

Of life's grief and poverty.

I beg for spare change,

As I quiver with desire.

For what shall I exchange –

My pride and ragged attire?

God; please help me to see;

The pain and suffering,

That surrounds me.

God; don't let me believe;

In my false charity,

For others' inadequacy.

Wishers flick their pennies,

Filling wells with treasury;

As vagrants kneel beneath,

Clutching onto the 'luxury'.

My sunken eyes hold age,

Though I still live in my youth.

Captured inside greed's cage,

From others' blind eye to the truth.

God; please help me to see;

The pain and suffering,

That surrounds me.

God; don't let me believe;

In my false charity,

For others' inadequacy.

God; please help me to see.

Open my eyes to the beckoning cries;

Let me feed the hungry.

God; help me be brotherly.

Unveil the disguise for here underlies,

The prayer of a poor family.