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Poco's Song
Sam Lyle, Jeff Woods, 1999

Hear it (First recording)

Please let me tell you about Poco; Poco Eduardo San Sabado.
He carefully tends to his pollo. His chickens are all that Poco knows.
Except for his broken guitar and for his simple Love song.
With his weak little voice he sings it to God up above all day long.

I'd Love to touch Your cheek, my God, and look into Your face.
I'd Love to walk with You, my God, in this holy place.
I'd Love to hear your voice, my God, and to hold your hand.
Forgive me for my simple song for I'm a simple man.

He Loved to stand before his God to pray that his chickens live.
If you could not afford to pay, Poco was glad to forgive.
Then one summer the rains had stopped. His chickens began to all die.
Through his fear he prayed to his God and stood with his guitar and cried.

I'd Love to touch Your cheek, my God, and look into Your face.
I'd Love to walk with You, my God, in this holy place.
I'd Love to hear your voice, my God, and to hold your hand.
Forgive me for my simple song for I'm a simple man.

He woke up one day to a beautiful light. It was Jesus the Christ, his King.
Jesus said, "It would please me so if once again you would sing."
Poco then noticed his strength had returned. His guitar was shiny like new.
He stood tall and looked to the skies and Jesus sang along, too.

Now every Sunday someone is seen gathering at that same place.
It's all those people like Poco who long to see God's face.
They stand tall and sing with their voices praise to God up above.
God answers in a wonderful way. He rains down with showers of Love.

I'd Love to touch Your cheek, my God, and look into Your face.
I'd Love to walk with You, my God, in this holy place.
I'd Love to hear your voice, my God, and to hold your hand.
Forgive me for my simple song for I'm a simple man.