Phil Keaggy
Phil Keaggy
Phil Keaggy
Phil Keaggy
Phil Keaggy
Phil Keaggy
Phil Keaggy
Phil Keaggy
Phil Keaggy
Phil Keaggy
Phil Keaggy
Phil Keaggy
Phil Keaggy
Dusty roads, calloused feet
The sun beats upon their heads
They feel the pain, they touch the earth
Embrace the sick in their beds
A child lies in agony
Her mama's none left to spare
When open mouths anticipate
A little bit of milk from anywhere
And across the landscape will be drawn a painting of true humanity
Don't pass me by, the night's so long
Don't ask me why it all went wrong
Our human need is crying out
As greed eats to the marrow
Do we ignore a suffering world just
To keep to the straight and narrow
We turn aside to please ourselves
And won't give the time of day
To the victims of injustice in a world
When we turn and look and walk the other way
And justifying ourselves we ask, is this my neighbor?
Don't pass me by, the night's so long
Don't ask me why it all went wrong
But I believe that we could change
At least the world of just one life
True love has a different face
No place for condescending pride
That's how it really ought to be
Giving ourselves to those in need
That's how it really ought to be
Don't pass me by, the night's so long
Don't ask me why it all went wrong
Don’t Pass Me By was written by Phil Keaggy & Lynn Nichols.
Don’t Pass Me By was produced by Lynn Nichols.