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