God, help the people who cannot help themselves
Like the man in the Bronx with nothing on his shelves
And the woman with her child on the streets of L.A.
Trying to keep their faith, and finding it harder everyday
God, help the people; blind, deaf, mute, and lame
Always trying to justify their faith in Jesus’ name
Those who do not have enough to make a meal
And far too much self-respect to go out and steal
God, help the people; or tell me what’s it all about?
Do you only bless those who jump and shout?
Even Your own Word says, “Put it to the test”
But when many do they see no answered promise
God, help the people – Please hear me today
God, help the people – Answer this prayer I pray
God, help the people – Or help me to give it a try
For I can no longer bear to see them cry
God, help the people
God, help the people balance life a little more
Why are some always rich and others always poor?
Some so dishonest… see life in the light
Others gave for country… now only see the night
God, help the people get it all straightened out
With a new direction, not just the same old route
And most of all, I pray, when you start this anew
I wish to be a helper, and help you see it through
© JW Thomas