So I'm somewhere south of Nowhere in this tired Texas town
In a seedy all-night diner while I'm guzzling coffee down.
And it's me and just the waitress who pretend we're each not there,
As we share the pre-dawn silence with a sleepy, glassy stare.
And then this old drunk wanders in and staggers to my side
And I look up from my coffee at this man who's lost his pride.
He asks me for a buck or two so he can finally eat.
I shrug and tell the man to sit; that breakfast is my treat.
And while he waits upon the stool for eggs and toast and ham,
He says to me in slurring speech, "I'll tell you who I am.
I'm Jesus Christ, the Son of God, who's risen once again;
And I am here to wash away the sins of mortal men."
Then the waitress brings his breakfast and the man attacks the food,
And I guess that he's so hungry that he's lost his zealous mood.
Then, halfway through his breakfast, he nods in drunken sleep;
And the waitress frowns disgustedly at the company I keep.
It's then this thought pops in my head and I wonder if God's plan
Is to send down bands of angels disguised as dregs of Man
To see how we respond to them and how we treat their plight;
To see if we can help them through another lonely night.
That may not be His plan at all; but ever since that day
I've tried to give respect to all the ones who pass my way;
I give each one their dignity and try to judge them not
Nor chide them for their failures or goals they should have sought.
And it's made a better man of me, for whatever that is worth;
And it's helped me have a common bond with all who walk this earth.
So if I had to pick a point in time that changed my life
And helped me make some sense of all this universal strife,
It would be that night I saw this drunk and laid my money down
And bought some food for Jesus in that tired Texas town.