There's an orphanage on Main Street

Lonely children call it home

When they go to count their blessings

They have few to call their own

But there is a special lady

Who visits everyday

She comes to bring them love

To chase the loneliness away



This is religion

Pure, sweet and undefiled

To love the widow

The homeless, abandoned child

This is religion

God's purest intention

To love as He first loved us

This is religion



She doesn't have too much

But what she has she gives away

'Cause she knows inside her heart

She couldn't live any other way

Well, sometimes she goes without

The things of worldly measure

Knowing she is pleasing God

Is her greatest treasure



By the hand of Providence

Some have more and some have less

But it's not your wealth or poverty

It's what you do when you see a need