You gotta feed the poor You must obey When Jesus asks you if you’ve fed the poor What are you going to say

You gotta feed the poor Their dying every day If Jesus asks you why you didn’t What are you going to say

There’s a little child Lying on the ground Too weak lift his head Too sick to make a sound

There’s little baby girl With her eyes shut tight Her body burns with fever There’ll be no food tonight

You gotta feed the poor You must obey When Jesus asks you if you’ve fed the poor What are you going to say

You gotta feed the poor They’re dying every day If Jesus asks you why you didn’t What are you going to say