Words (by Peter Allen)
The people came to hear you,
The poor, the lame, the blind;
They asked for food to save them,
And you fed them body and mind.
Feed us now, O Son of God,
As you fed them long ago.
The ones who didn't listen,
The rich, the safe, the sure,
They didn't think they needed
The offering of a cure.
Feed us now ...
It's hard for us to listen,
Things haven't changed at all;
We've got the things we wanted,
We don't want to hear your call.
Feed us now ...
Yet millions still have hunger,
Disease, no homes and fear;
We offer them so little,
And it costs them very dear.
Feed us now ...
So help us see the writing
Written clear upon the wall:
He who doesn't feed his neighbour
Will get no food at all.
Feed us now ...
Feed us now ...
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