Derek Webb - Rich Young Ruler Lyrics
Poverty is so hard to seeWhen it's only on your tv and twenty miles across townWhere we're all living so goodThat we moved out of Jesus' neighborhoodWhere he's hungry and not feeling so goodFrom going through our trashHe says, more than just your cash and coinI want your time, I want your voiceI want the things you just can't give meSo what must we doHere in the west we want to follow youWe speak the language and we keep all the rulesEven a few we made upCome on and follow meBut sell your house, sell your suvSell your stocks, sell your securityAnd give it to the poorWhat is this, hey what's the dealI don't sleep around and I don't stealI want the things you just can't give meBecause what you do to the least of theseMy brother's, you have done it to meBecause I want the things you just can't give me