Blind Eye

There was a rich man who lived a life of luxury And a beggar named Lazarus who lived in poverty

The rich man was consumed by his wealth and pride, While Lazarus lay at his gate, hungry, sick and tired

A man of means, a man of wealth, The rich man lived for his own self, His heart was cold his soul was dry, to Lazarus turned a blind eye

Lazarus outside he lay his body wasting away the dogs would come, his wounds they’d lick to comfort that man who was sick

Time came when the beggar died angels took him to abraham’s side the rich man passed and was buried but he was taken to Hades

A man of means, a man of wealth, The rich man lived for his own self, His heart was cold his soul was dry, to Lazarus turned a blind eye

So the rich man in a plea said, Abraham please have pity send Lazarus with water that he may give just a drop to quench me

Abraham replied, ‘Son, remember in your life you received all the good things, while Lazarus lived in strife

Now he’s comforted while you burn in the fire for you lived your life in vain now you cannot cross over

A man of means, a man of wealth, The rich man lived for his own self, His heart was cold, his soul was dry, to Lazarus turned a blind eye

but their fates reversed for now the rich man did thirst while Lazarus is at peace and his joy will never cease