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When He offers his hand
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by Townes Van Zandt
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When He offers his hand
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don't you turn him away
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He can lead you to light
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through the darkest of days
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With His love wrapped around you
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you can't go astray
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When He offers his hand
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don't you turn him away
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In a world full of sorrow
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a world full of hate
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you can't wait for tomorrow
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'cause tomorrow's to late
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Come and stand amongst the pilgrims
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in their golden array
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When He offers his hand
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don't you turn him away
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I am no Simon,
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no Matthew, no Paul
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it don't take an apostle
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to answer his call
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and it don't take a prophet
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to stand up and say
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When He offers his hand
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don't you turn him away
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I hope as I'm leavin'
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my message is clear
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it's a fool that would turn down
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a gift that's so dear
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When He offers his blood
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your depts to repay
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Now He offers his hand
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don't you turn him away
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When He offers his hand
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| Townes Van Zandt |
