a gospel singer walked in
And bravely she read from her Bible
Oh, come unto Jesus, she pleaded,
He'll be your staff and your rod.
When one of the drinkers said to her,
I don't believe in your God.
The pack of lies that you said
If there be a God up in heaven
I dare Him to strike me down dead
Oh, the silence that followed was awful,
The others stood there in fear,
Why doesn't your Jesus appear?
Then one of the others who stood there
Said, that's enough of that now
Would bother with you anyhow?
You're only a bum and a drunkard
And nothin' that you could say
Could reach up to God in His heaven
And make Him go out of His way
And then came the voice of a stranger,
who stood outside at the door,
a stranger who simply was passing,
for no one had seen him before.
He raised his right hand above them,
His face lit up as he smiled.
Our Lord marks the fall of a sparrow,
And every man is his child.
There's none so great or so lowly
That God's sweet mercy denies
And even the ones who denounce him
Will never be lost in his eyes
He raised his right hand above him,
And smiled upon everyone,
And the last words he spoke were like music,
I know because I am his son.
And each who were there will remem
ber the words to the very last day,
When Jesus appeared in a barroom
and told of God's wonderful way.
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