M.P. Shaudd Poet Lyric

Holes In My Jeans

I passed a poor man
With holes in his jeans
By the looks of him he'd spent
Most of his life in need

I said excuse me sir
Can I get you anything 
He said son I got it all 
Cause I believe

You see the holes in these jeans I've earned
On bended knees
They're not from work alone
They're also from my pleas

This life that I live is not what I chose
But fate as a whole
Is much less known 
So I see them as lessons in life
These holes in my jeans

What you see on the outside
Isn't what lies within
And it's time that this crazy old world 
Knows that He's paid for our sins

Your money means nothing to me
Cause I'm already saved
And The little bit that I own
Is more than I'll take to my grave

You see the holes in these jeans I've earned
On bended knees
They're not from work alone
They're mostly from my pleas

This life that I live is not what I chose
But fate as a whole
Is much less known 
So I see them as lessons in life
These holes in my jeans

Sir I thank you for your concern
But I'll be just fine
These jeans helped redeem me
And meet the divine

They're ripped and they're torn
Just be forewarned 
He paid for it all with a crown of thorns
I won't judge you if you say no to
These holes in my jeans

I'm still living above my means
With these holes in my jeans

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