The Eyes of an unknown man...

This might be almost complete... it's gone through a few drafts, here's the latest.

Isaiah 58:6-7...

Sitting in the median,
Head bowed down, figure bent
He holds a sign tattered and worn
“Help” the only printed prayer

Traffic waits for the changing light
My minds wanders to his life
He glances up and now I see
Forever connecting, I’ll never escape…

His eyes… they belong to the least of these
His eyes… searching for hope
His eyes… reflecting a world in need
His eyes… are calling for you and me

Driving by like all the rest
Comfortable in selfishness
He’s just one more, he’ll find a place
He’s a lazy, no-good bum…

Who are we to weigh and judge
When we’re called to feed and clothe
Will His story e’er be whole
When we ignore Your pleading through…

His eyes… they belong to the least of these
His eyes… searching for hope
His eyes… reflecting a world in need
His eyes… are calling for you and me
His eyes…

The day will come when I must surely answer for this man
When I failed my Savior I failed to truly see into…

His eyes…
His eyes… searching for hope
His eyes…
His eyes… calling for you and me
His eyes…