Little bit o preaching somebodys gettin saved. Gods gentle hand is reachin to us from crib to grave Somebodys on the corner, being a fool for the Lord Hes telling all the mourners, to rejoice in the word People dont understand, this supernatural power Their lives are grey and bland, but Gods got for them an hour Pedestrians pass by, they wonder, whats the catch? By word that you cant buy their souls surface is scratched Lone preacher in the night, a voice in the wilderness The jungle of neon lights, of crime and bitterness Through this fool-hardy soul, God works invisibly He just fulfills his role, and they hear of Gods family Who knows the repercussions, of chain reaction zeal? Amidst the truckin and fussin no one appears to feel But despite the indifferent mob, the light of Christ cant hide Amidst the traffics throb, someones cryin inside --Bob Smith
Posted on: Sat, 22 Mar 2014 23:34:30 +0000
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