What Difference Do It Make?
We is all working,
Filling up space.
This ‘ole world-
It’s filled with poor folks living in shacks;
The rich with nice clothes on their backs.
Whatever the case-
It ain’t no restin’ place.
We is just workin’ our way home
Looking for places to roam.
No matter the race;
We is fillin’ up space;
This ‘ole world ain’t no restin’ place.
What difference do it all make?
If we ain’t got God,
We is a driftin’ by.
It’s Him we shouldn’t deny.
Folks is a passin’ through,
And just making do.
There’s trials and troubles,
Joy and laughter,
Sadness and shame-
It don’t matter what we’re after,
Till God comes to call us by name.
This ‘ole world ain’t no restin’ place,
We is just fillin’ up space.