Underneath the tree,
Lying in her pain,
Underneath a tree,
Beaten close to death.
Wounded in her heart,
Scars upon her soul,
Unable to stand,
Alone and bereft.
Together we did talk,
A chance meeting of souls,
Together we did walk,
With wheelchair in hand,
She just could not make it,
To the hospital so far,
Alone and with no strength,
She just would not make it.
Can you see the girl playing?
She is laughing with her friend,
The little girl is playing,
She does not see this before her,
None could see this coming,
No one would want it,
Lying helpless beneath a tree,
It would send the bravest running.
She is still a human being,
Beneath the dirt and filth,
She is still a human being,
Someone's child and a woman,
But pray for an angel to come,
God always sends somebody,
Yet there is no one on the street,
Perhaps you are the angel to come.
Perhaps she is an angel in disguise?
Scripture states that this happens,
Would you miss the chance to reach out?
Would you miss a chance to touch God?
Can you see the girl playing?
She is laughing with her friend,
The little girl is playing,
She does not see this before her,
None could see this coming,
No one would want it,
Lying helpless beneath a tree,
It would send the bravest running.
She is still a human being,
Beneath the dirt and filth,
She is still a human being,
Someone's child and a woman,
But pray for an angel to come,
God always sends somebody,
Yet there is no one on the street,
Perhaps you are the angel to come.
Perhaps she is an angel in disguise?
Scripture states that this happens,
Would you miss the chance to reach out?
Would you miss a chance to touch God?
