Cross the Street

I called you out to be my hands and feet

Yet you won't even cross the quiet street

You sit here idle,

stagnant in your place Saying someone else will go and share my

grace

You are safe and warm and fully fed

While your neighbor lacks a roof,

a crumb of bread

You are surrounded,

laughing with your friends

While they sit alone

until the evening ends

I gave the word

to love them from the start

Why turn away

and harden up your heart? (ooh)

I take the small and make them mighty

I bring peace where spirits break

I give strength to all the weary

Every hurting soul to wake

My call is simple,

clear and sweet

Step across the road and be my hands and feet

I only ask

for simple, humble deeds

To clothe and feed

the hungry in their needs

To share the comfort

of a sheltered home

With every soul

forgotten and alone (yeah)

I am the comfort for the broken

I am the dawn across the night

Every promise I have spoken

Fills the darkness with my light (fills the dark with light)

I take the small and make them mighty

I bring peace where spirits break

I give strength to all the weary

Every hurting soul to wake

My call is simple,

clear and sweet

Just walk across the street and be my hands and feet

Walk across the street

Be my hands

Be my feet (hmmm)