Tramp On The Street

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Only a tramp was Lazarus sad fate
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He who lay down at the rich man's 
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gate
He begged for the crumbs from the 
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rich man to eat
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He Was only a tramp found dead on 
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the street.



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He was some mother's darlin', he 
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was some mother's son
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Once he was fair and once he was 
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young
And some mother rocked him, her 
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darlin' to sleep
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But they left him to die like a 
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tramp on the street.



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Jesus, who died on Calvary's tree
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He shed His life's blood for you 
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and for me
They pierced His side, His hands and
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 His feet
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And they left Him to die like a 
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tramp on the street.



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He was Mary's own darlin', he was 
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God's chosen Son
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Once He was fair and once He was 
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young
Mary, she rocked Him, her darlin' to
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 sleep
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But they left Him to die like a 
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tramp on the street.



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If Jesus should come and knock on 
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your door
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For a place to come in, or bread 
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from your store
Would you welcome Him in, or turn 
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Him a-way
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Then the God would de-ny you on the
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 Great Judgement Day.