One Saturday night in a barroom a gospel singer walked in
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And bravely she red from the Bible and begged them to turn from the sins
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Oh come into Jesus she pleaded he'll be your step in the rock
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When one of the drinkers said to her (why I don't believe in your God)
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The silence that followed was awful the others just stood there in fear
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But the drunk just kept laughin' and sayin' why doesn't your Jesus appear
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Then one of the others who stood there said that's enough of that now
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What lead you to think that Lord Jesus would bother with you anyhow
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Why you're only a bum and a drunker and nothin' that you can say
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Would reach up to God in heaven ans make him go out of his way
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And then came the voice of a starnger who stood just outside at the door
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The stranger who simply was passing by for no one had seen him before
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Oh listen to me all you people the place lit up as he smiled
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Our Lord marks the fall of a sparrow and every man is his child
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There's none so great or so lowly that God's sweet mercy denies
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And even the ones who denounce him will never be lost in his eyes
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And then he lifted his right hand and smiled up on everyone
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And the last words he said were like music I know because I am his son
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Now each who was there will remember those words to his very last day
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When Jesus appeared in a barroom and told the God's wonderful way
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God's Wonderful Way
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| Porter Wagoner |
