A BEGGARS PURSE
Torn up, ragged, worn and beat, Who is the man from off the street? He's lost and hurt, broke up inside, He steals, he cheats, he's full of lies. Who is this person that we see? No way, I say, that can't be me. My life was never quite that bad Deny the truth again, so sad. What motive lies within this man? I almost turned away and ran. Don't even know just why I'm here All I know is pain and fear. A chance to change is here for me I've been so blind I still don't see. That person you say that's deep within I've forgotten all about him. I said okay, I give up I'll try Even though I don't know why. Let us help you they said to me We know who can set you free. Slowly things began to change My life I had to rearrange. I finally had to give it up And let God fill my empty cup. Day by day the old man died, A new hope and joy sprang up inside. The hurt and pain has been replaced By love and peace and a smiling face. This person that you see today Has had to change in every way. This road I walk is long and straight But leads me to the pearly gates. Those lumps and bumps from yesterday Have taught me how to kneel and pray. To face tomorrow come what may And trust in God to show the way.
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