Well, Jesus, you always took the time to
Be with all the lowest and the last in the line
No matter what they were like, or on which side
In the middle of the night
Jesus, you always took the time
This is a four-chord protest to
The idea this world doesn't break your heart
Mm, mm-mm
So why do I find it so hard each time to
Stop and ask if I'm your hands and feet?
Why don't I do the things that you do? I lay down my pride
For those the Father calls His child
Why do I find it so hard each time?
This is a four-chord protest to
The idea this world doesn't break your heart
Mm, mm-mm
'Cause I believe You'd be where I am, scared to be
Oh, and I believe You'd be with the prostitute, the houseless
The destitute, the hopeless
The places that I'd get so uncomfortable to be
You always seem
To take the time
You always took the time
