“Spent”
Copyright by Frank A. DeCenso, Jr.
Some wear Rolexes with Armani suits,
Never looking weak;
Grandma sits quiet in a torn up coat,
Not much home to eat...
They pass the plate, but it’s too late –
She’s fallin’ into prayer;
Shes's happy now as she takes a bow –
In cloud filled royal air.
CHORUS
He doesn’t care
What you wear
Or if you’re eloquent;
He’s always there
To freely share
The love the Father sent…
He’s always there
To freely share
For you His blood was spent.
A message blares out from a crystal stand,
Words float round that place;
As pages turn from the other folks hands,
There’s a glow on her face…
She’s deep in love, with Him above –
And nothin’ can replace;
The words within’, that are storied in –
Her life moved by His grace.
CHORUS
He doesn’t care
What you wear
Or if you’re eloquent;
He’s always there
To freely share
The love the Father sent…
He’s always there
To freely share
For you His blood was spent.
[BRIDGE]
There’s a time and there’s a place,
In every Sunday show;
When devoted ones and those overrun,
Will be the first to know…
CHORUS
He doesn’t care
What you wear
Or if you’re eloquent;
He’s always there
To freely share
The love the Father sent…
He’s always there
To freely share
For you His blood was spent.
OUTRO
Grandma sits quiet in a torn up coat
