Dm       C
Too many hearts 
   Dm       C   
On too many strings
   Dm             C
We could cut them down
      Dm               C           Gm   
But instead we let 'em hang in the breeze
      A                Dm    C   Dm  C
Oh my brother, tell me why

And why is my sister down on her knees
Crying out won't somebody love me
And where are we

        CHORUS
         F     
        Didn't He love them
                  F6
        Didn't He hold out His hand 
               Bb                 C
        Wasn't Jesus a model, an example to man
           F                     F6     
        Of how we must love everyone in this land
            Bb
        And give till it hurts 
                   C
        Isn't that part of the plan

One more night
No place to call home
A torn up jacket on his back
It's getting pretty cold
Where do I stand, do I reack out my hand

And one more child's face
On my TV screen
She's dying of hunger 
Why can't we meet her need
And where are we

(chorus)
         
(bridge) 
    F                        A
But we can't see through our holy facade
   Dm          F6               Bb           C
To do one more thing that we're called to by God

Didn't He love us 
Didn't He hold out His hand
Wasn't Jesus a model, an example to man
He said love every person 
Everyone in this land
To give till it hurts 
Wasn't that part of the plan

But we've all been blinded 
By our selfish ways
Can we change this pattern
Will we stay the same

(chorus) X2

Didn't He...