Street Stories - A Ringside Seat To Over 4 Decades Of Taking Jesus To The Streets Of The World

Concrete Pillow

by Bobby Chance

She rises in the morning to the sound of city rush,

Sole owner of a shopping cart jam-packed with a lot of

stuff.

Ain’t got two dimes to rub together, or a roof over her

head,

She has a Concrete Pillow and a cardboard bed.

The city tries to kill her, but she ain’t cashin’ in.

Every day she fights for her life and once in a while she

wins.

A sip of coffee from a garbage bin and a little discarded

bread.

She has a Concrete Pillow and a cardboard bed.

Concrete Pillow, does she dream a little dream?

Cardboard bed, does she lay down and cry?

On Calvary, my Savior’s blood was shed,

For those with a Concrete Pillow and a cardboard bed.

Midnight falls around her, she can hear the sirens

moan.

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