Words by Bob Hartman    Based on Luke 10:30-37, 1 John 3:17      Where are the amber waves of grain    When one of our homeless native sons has hunger pain    Under the overpass they build a fire for heat    They can't remember when they had a meal to eat       Some sleep in doorways waiting for the day    Some sleep in boxes we have thrown away       Under the red, white and blue    Right down the street in our view    We're not doing all we can do    To shelter the homeless few    Shelter the homeless few       Standing in line for soup and bread    Hoping tonight the downtown mission has a bed    Dreaming about the home they thought they'd never lose    Sleeping on benches covered by the daily news       People who pass them by just turn their heads    Making them feel like they've been left for dead       Under the red, white and blue    Right down the street from our pew    We're not doing all we can do    To shelter the homeless few    Shelter the homeless few       It's up to me    It's up to you    We're not doing all we can do    To shelter the homeless few    Shelter the homeless few