There at the
streetcorner he stands
With Bible in hand
he preaches
He preaches God's
word for all to hear
For anyone with a
listening ear
His clothes are
Tatered
Dirty
Worn
He has been cut by
life's thorns
He looks
Weak
Hungry
Worn out
Like a fighter about
to be knocked out
Still he preaches
God's salvation
God's mighty plan
Trying to help one
and all understand
Sure he looks like
something
Someone has thrown
out
His love for God is
strong
Of that there is no
doubt
He's been arrested
He's been locked
away
As soon as they let
him out
He finds another
street corner
And starts preaching
away
They've
Beat him
Threatened him
Cops have tried
sending him away
Nothing they've
tried has worked
He just preaches
away
The city has tried
Many times
With laws to confine
him
None of them worked
For it's God's power
That defines him
He knows up in
Heaven
He'll be homeless
no more
His words will then
echo
Out forevermore
So next time you see
a street preacher
Don't turn away
For it maybe worth
Hearing what they
have to say
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