Poverty

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"Rich Young Ruler" by Derek Webb

Poverty is so hard to see

when it’s only on your tv

and twenty miles across town

Where we’re all living so good

that we moved out of Jesus’ neighborhood

where he’s hungry and not feeling so good

from going through our trash

He says, more than just your cash and coin

i want your time, i want your voice

i want the things you just can’t give me

So what must we do

here in the west we want to follow you

we speak the language and we keep all the rules

even a few we made up

Come on and follow me

but sell your house, sell your suv

sell your stocks, sell your security

and give it to the poor

Well what is this, hey what’s the deal

i don’t sleep around and i don’t steal

but i want the things you just can’t give me

i want the things you just can’t give me

Because what you do to the least of these

my brother’s, you have done it to me
‘cause i want the things you just can’t give me

i want the things you just can’t give me

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