If there is a song that describes what I do, this would be it:

Well, they build their houses in preparation for the King
And they line the sidewalks with every sort of shiny thing
They will be surprised when they hear him say

Take me to the alley
Take me to the afflicted ones
Take me to the lonely ones that somehow lost their way

Let them hear me say, I am your friend
Come to my table, rest here in my garden
You will have a pardon

Take me to the alley
Take me to the afflicted ones
Take me to the lonely ones that somehow lost their way

Let them hear me say, I am your friend
Come to my table, rest here in my garden
You will have a pardon

You will have a pardon
Take me to the alley
Take me to the afflicted ones
Take me, take me, take me, take me, take me