The People in the Line

The people in the line They make me pretty mad sometimes Days when I've got a lot to do They do something and the line won't move But things being what they are Chances are good That there's a broken heart Standing In front of me or right behind And I know it's Jesus Who brings that to my mind About the people in the line The People on the road In the traffic everywhere I go Cut in front or pass me way to fast I go crazy when they drive like that But I wonder if it just might be There's someone somewhere That they need to reach They're drive barely hanging on to hope So I pray to have more grace For the things I don't know About the people on the road People all around me that I barely see In need of mercy, in need of peace Struggling underneath a heavy load Jesus died for the people in the line And the people on the road The people in the pew The ones sitting next to me and you The mom who's face is frozen in a frown her son's sitting in cell downtown A man crying as we sing the songs A girl with needle tracks all down her arms We've all got something that We're going through Surely we'd have more love if only knew About the people in the pew People all around me that I tend to judge Jesus only sees that they need His love And I hear him asking what I'm gonna do For the people in the line The people on the road and the people in the pew