Would Jesus leave her there all alone When withered by weather she needs a home Just because she’s ***** and old Her life is still worth more than gold
Be a friend and lend a hand Don’t join in the evil band Don’t push her aside Look not away, do not hide
Show her kindness and give her love Speak to her of the Father above Let her know she is not truly alone And on the streets she needs not roam
Visit her often as Jesus would do Introduce her to a friend or two Tell her to be not sad For she was in a vision I had
The Lord came to me in a dream And told me to help her, sight unseen Take her by the neck and hug Rescue her from this hole she’s dug
Hair unkept, dirt upon her face Clothes in rags, but still find grace Her luck ran bad for several years Now it’s me God sends to wash the tears
I take her by the hand And lead her through the crowded land People starring at she and I I tell her keep your held held high
To my home I take her fast To find some clothes that will last To clean herself and have some food This is how God, for her, rescued
A good woman has she always been So it’s written in my heart to let her stay in my den Find place for those who suffering few And ask, what Jesus would do?