My brothers, you have done it to me
'Cause I want the things, you just can't give me
I want the things you just can't give me”
And twenty miles across town
Where He's hungry and not feeling so good
Songwriter: Derek Webb
From going through our trash
“Come on and follow me
“Because of what you do to the least of these
I want the things you just can't give me”
Where we're all living so good
I want your time, I want your voice
Sell your stocks, sell your security
When it's only on your TV
But sell your house, sell your SUV
Poverty is so hard to see
“But I want the things you just can't give me
And give it to the poor”
He says, “More than just your cash and coin
I want the things you just can't give me”
Even a few we made up
That we moved out of Jesus' neighborhood
We speak the language and we keep all the rules
Publisher: DEREK WEBB MUSIC
Well, what is this, hey, what's the deal?
I don't sleep around and I don't steal
Here in the West, we wanna follow You
So what must we do?