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Nowhere to live, nowhere to fall

 he used to have money, but he’s wasted it all.

 His face is a photograph burned in my mind,

 but I pretend not to see him for the twenty-first time

 He sleeps under stars, that’s all he can afford

 His blanket's an old coat he’s had since the war

 He stands on the corner of Carter and Vine

 But I pretend not to see him for the twenty-first time

 He may be a drifter, he’s grown old and gray

 But what if he’s Jesus and I walk away?

 I say I’m the body and drink of the wine

 but I pretend not to see him for the twenty-first time

 She’s twenty-nine but she feels forty-eight

 She can’t raise three kids on minimum wage

 She’s cryin’ in back of the welfare line

 but I pretend not to see her for the twenty-first time

 She may be a stranger tryin’ to get through the day

 but what if it’s Jesus and i walk away?

 I say I’m the body and drink of the wine

 but I pretend not to see her for the twenty-first time

This is a call for a change in my heart

 I realize that I’ve not been doin’ my part

 when I needed a Savior, I found it in Him

He gave to me, now I’ll give back to them

 Drifter or stranger, Daughter or son

 I’ll look for Jesus in every one

 ’cause I am the body and drink of the wine

 and I’m thankful there’s more than the twenty-first time