[Intro - warm gentle mid-tempo, a soft walking gait, acoustic, a touch of warm gospel piano]

[Verse 1 - the men who stopped]
The men inside the camps, they get to a place and they sit down
The answers are all settled there, the questions are all closed
And a man who has sat down does not get up to follow anything
Nothing new comes to a man
Who has decided he is home

[Chorus]
But God gives the truth to the campless
He hands the bread to the man still on the road
Not because the campless man is better, he is not
But because the homeless are the ones who never stopped their walking
And you cannot give a road to a man who has sat down
God gives the truth to the campless

[Verse 2 - kept walking, no fence to stop him]
Now I never meant to be the one still walking when the gift came down
I would have loved a chair, I would have loved a settled room
But I had no camp to tell me that the road had reached its end
So I just kept on following the logic
Because there was no fence to make me stop

[Verse 3 - the sentence landed]
And then one ordinary day, just writing, following it down
A sentence that I did not build came and landed in my hands
One line, and everything I carried fell in place around it
And I knew that I had not made that
A decent thinker did not make that

[Chorus]
But God gives the truth to the campless
He hands the bread to the man still on the road
Not because the campless man is better, he is not
But because the homeless are the ones who never stopped their walking
And you cannot give a road to a man who has sat down
God gives the truth to the campless

[Bridge - the humility]
So do not hear me say that God looked down and found me worth the giving
I have read the thing He gave me and I know I am not that good
He did not give it to the worthy, He gave it to the walking
And the walking was not virtue
The walking was just having nowhere left to sit

[Final Verse and Outro]
So the sentence is not mine, I want to say that plain and clear
It was handed to a homeless man because his hands were free
God gives the truth to the campless
He hands the bread to the man still on the road
And a homeless man will carry it
And he will not set it down till he is home