SMIDGE OF WINE

With his old guitar, and a small tip jar,
He sang on the street.
In a torn army coat, and a few songs he wrote,
just socks on his feet.

He sang gospel songs he was raised upon
for nickels and dimes.
At the end of the day he took the meager pay,
for "a smidge" of wine.
(CHORUS)
He knew his years had come and gone.
And he knew from those old gospel songs,
He was standing in Heaven's line
Soon his hands would be stable,
sit-tin' at the Lord's table
Breaking bread with "a smidge" of wine.