This Hungry Land
With the prison bars behind him
A different life has died
He now reads the bible
For he knows how Satan lied...
With a bible and a guitar
He’s finally free at last
The songs that he’s writing
Become sermons of his past.
IN that lonely café
People keep pouring in
Burnout from addictions
Suffering from sin...
He’ll look beyond the ceiling
Whispering a prayer
Help me feed this hungry land
That I see everywhere.
Days can be a nightmare
On the streets without a meal
Where the devils always looking
For someone to make a deal...
He knows the pain of hunger
He felt in the prison cell
But tonight he tells the world
About a place called hell...
IN that lonely café
People keep pouring in
Burnout from addictions
Suffering from sin...
He’ll look beyond the ceiling
Whispering a prayer
Help me feed this hungry land
That I see everywhere.
Behind the scenes he’s wondering
How many will come to day
The lonely, cold, and hungry
He says lord hear me as I pray...
This road will see me only once
Help me be a better man
With this guitar and bible
Help me feed this hungry land
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