It's looks early, but please, I am used to early supper.
They call me crazy man. I am demon possessed,
But when the day ends, I also feel hungry.
‘Thirsty’, for food. Food, to survive for a night.
Yes, hungry! That why I go at the hotel,
I can’t get in, as I stink and left over is what I get…
No, is what they give me…and that is just for my stomach.
But what can I do, I have life to live, though heavy burden.
Jesus I come to you. Have mercy on me. I cannot go to the hotel everyday.
I am begging from you, a soul provision. Man can’t live on bread alone.
I long to see them delivered, and feed in the word,
Being given freely as Jesus promised, in the church, through his servants.
Am I ready for my meal? My Soul food. Any time. Anywhere