Written by George Leon Pike, Sr.
Copyright © 1974 by Betty M. Pike
1. America, America, with your scenes of beauty,
Your buildings gracef’ly reach up t’ward the sky,
God surely loves America, to let her keep on growing,
When carelessly the blind man and the beggar she’s passed by.
2. Here in this land we’re living in, milk and honey’s flowing,
But still, there’s poverty along the street,
We’re blinded by our riches, and we can’t see where we’re going,
We fail to hear the soul that’s crying, “Someone please help me.”
3. The blind man on the corner, he needs someone to help him,
To lead him safely to the other side,
My friend, don’t be ashamed of him, you’ll reap just what you’re sowing,
Do not let Satan blind your eyes because of foolish pride.
4. The orphan and the widow, friend, do you hear their pleading?
Or do you share your blessings with a smile?
Friend, you had better help someone, for soon, the Lord is coming,
And He’ll reward the helpless with His riches from on high.
5. Poor Lazarus, forsaken there, just a hungry beggar,
Remember that the Savior heard his cry,
The blind man, Bartimaeus, was delivered by the Savior,
So friend, drop in a little bit, as you go passing by.
Oh, what about me, O friend, where am I going?
What will I do when you’re asleep a night?
While in your bed, you’re comforted, while the cold wind’s blowing,
I’m a hungry beggar that sits on your streets at night.