Trickle Down

Trickle down
Let heat touch the body
and warm the soul of one
Who’s reviled, naked, and poor
I need to be warm

Trickle down
Let shelter give refuge
and rest the soul of one
who’s belittled, weary and worn
I’ve got to find some rest

I am an orphan in a pit
I’ve spent all I have
And all my friends are gone
All I’ve got is this trickle of mud
That I borrow from the swine
When it trickles down

Trickle down
the blood of a Savior
to heal the soul of all that’s empty, broken, and torn
I need to be healed