Oh be kind to the beggar that's inside of you
And the fiend that you are hiding too
Oh be kind
Feed the poor and lonesome man in your own soul
Love him till he's been made whole
Feed the poor
Be at peace with the enemy in your own home
Neither you nor he can throw a stone
So be at peace
Be good to the criminal you've locked away
That sinful man you learned to hate
Oh be good
When I'm broken to pieces
You make me whole
And through every season
Your mending my soul
Suffer long when you are your own prodigal
For where your home is there your heart is full
So suffer long
And be gentle with the splinters in your mind
In your violence you are blind
So be gentle
