Hardly Noticed, Hardly Seen

Can she see the light living in me?

Photo by V Srinivasan on Unsplash

Every day I see her
There on the corner

Knocking on windows
Asking for something

I smile and say “Good morning, friend.”
I give her a coin but I don't feel any better

Hardly noticed
Hardly seen

Hardly noticed
Hardly seen

Can she see the light living in me?
When she looks at me, what does she see?

If I say that I’m a believer
If I say that I’m a child of God

I must follow the footsteps of Jesus
See as he saw, live as he lived

I must do everything
Do everything
Do everything in love.

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