Pray for Me

In the cold of the streets,
He looks kind of strange,
He asks all he meets,
Just for a bit of spair change.

Pray for him please,
He needs you now,
He wants to know god,
But he doesn’t know how.

Three children she feeds,
Though not very old,
And clothing she needs,
For they are very cold.

Pray for her please,
And for her children three,
For clothing and food,
And that Christ’s love they may see.

Alone and sad,
Laying on the floor,
Feeling quite bad,
His depression has come once more.

Pray for him too,
To help set him free,
Of his constant self-suffering,
So the light he may see.

Help these people,
For they need your prayers,
They need to know,
That God really cares.