Christmas With The Tabernacle Choir

I don't know if you can hear me Or if you're even there I don't know if you will listen to a humble prayer Yes, I know I'm just an outcast I shouldn't speak to you Still, I see your face and wonder Were you once an outcast too God help the outcasts Hungry from birth Show them the mercy they don't find on Earth God help my people They look to you, still God help the outcasts, or nobody will We ask for wealth We ask for fame We ask for glory to shine on our name We ask for love we can possess We ask for God and his angels to bless us I ask for nothing, I can get by But I know so many less lucky than I Please help my people The poor and down trod I thought we all were the children of God God help the outcasts Children of God Children of God (audience applauding)