The walking blessings of God
Hanging shoulders though empty bag
dirty hands, clothes of rag
from house to house he begs for food
He's the walking blessings of the Lord.
He was not told about his load
no one sees the gifts he holds
He's blind to see for whom he walks
who cares how tired and haggard he looks?
On his shoulders he carries the answers to our prayers
In his right hand blessings, in his left healing
On his head wisdom, the knowledge of God's kingdom
His whole image is a whisper
of God's love and care.