Little Beggarman

Little Beggarman Walking down the street No warm drink, no food to eat His arms sore, his eyes dry out of tears His legs struggling to keep himself up No home to find shelter or refuge Little Beggarman Down the street Like I said, no food to eat. God's crying really hard today His tears are tiny, but strong as steel. Drilling down on man's dry skin ...he feels chilly to the bone. Little Beggarman Lying in the street No man stops to the brother. His throat drying up like a desert His body growing weaker He could count all his bones as if he's being crucified. He begins to wonder how Jesus could bear the pain. Little Beggarman, Little Beggarman Lying on the ground An angel is carrying his measly bones. Little Beggarman, oh Beggarman!