Tell the Poor

Who will come to our banquet,
Who will come to our barbecue?
Don’t ask me ‘cause I’m happy,
Much too happy,
I’m full and I’ve already had my tea.

Who will come to our banquet,
Who will come to our barbecue?
Find the ones who are desperate,
Find the ones who are starving,
Find the ones who need something to eat.

Tell the weird and the insane,
Tell the murderer and the thief,
Tell the long term unemployed,
Because the rich don’t understand.

Tell the hippies in their vans,
Tell the poor in the third world,
Tell the homeless immigrants,
Because the rich don’t understand.

Tell the kids bullied at school,
Tell the adults who can’t read,
Tell the schizo and depressed,
No one else will understand.

And the God will move through the poor of this world
If the rich people forget him,
If they should forget him completely.
And God will move through the poor of this world
And abundantly bless them,
To build a new church in the new century.