I saw the face of Jesus in the poor man on the street
And in the broken person whose was wallowing in defeat
I heard the voice of angels in the Heavenly Heights above
But it was only in each person that I could see them love
So often we are thinking that the Mighty One's "up there"
And if we're kneeling down we will reach the heights of prayer
But it's only in the loving and the giving from the heart
That we will become united to the One is our start
So whenever you are able and are walking along the way
Do not become so puffed up and indifferent in your display
For you'll never know the moment when the Eternal will appear
Beneath the fragile cover up of the one you hate and smear...