On a busy downtown corner
As the traffic passes by
Stands a man with a cardboard sign
Can't seem to look me in the eye
But he's going to live, forever, somewhere
So help me God
I've got to show him
How much you care
At a big bank on wall street
With its fancy marble floors
Walks in a man in a business suit
As his chauffeur holds the door
But he's going to live, forever, somewhere
So help me God
I've got to show him
How much you care
Every face that I pass by
I see you on the cross
Bearing all our guilt and sin
Not one of us should be lost
I'm going to take this message
Of love that I've found
And somehow share it with this world
So help me God
In a courtroom with its wooden chairs
Sits a little boy and girl
Their mom and dad are fighting
Their little eyes so scared
But their going to live, forever, somewhere
So help me God
I've got to show them
How much you care
On the third floor up in ICU
With a bandage on his head
He may not make it till tomorrow
Was the last thing the doctor said
But he's going to live, forever, somewhere
So help me God
I've Got to show him
How much you care
Every face that I pass by
I see you on the cross
Baring all my guilt and sin
Not one of us should be lost
I'm going to take this message
Of love that I've found
And somehow share it with this world
So help me God
I would love to take full credit for this poem but my contribution is small and I added only one of the 4 stanzas. Two great lifelong friends of mine named Bob Browning and Ed Dixon we're the main writers. Eddie passed of brain cancer four years ago and Bobby and I miss him very much. The reference to the ICU is a reference about Eddie. This poem is listed in his honor.
Edward M. Dixon
Robert G. Browning
Carl Joseph Roberts