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| He was just a little lad, I know |
| With dirty hands and tousled hair |
| You held your song book far too high |
| And didn't even try to share. |
| I saw the look of wonder on his face |
| As your rich baritone filled the air |
| I also saw the wistful look |
| That said, "I'd like so much to sing |
| If you would only share your book." |
| |
| It was warm in the church that night |
| And the baby she held was fretful |
| You promised you'd help with the babe if she
came |
| Then, how could you be so forgetful? |
| So, as you sat there and quietly fanned |
| And prayed that the preacher was paving the
way |
| For those who were lost to be saved that day |
| I watched the young mother get up from her
seat |
| And as she walked out I heard her say, |
| "Perhaps we'll try it some other day." |
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| He staggered in with bloodshot eyes |
| He looked so haggard and worn |
| He smelled of tobacco and liquor, I know |
| His clothes were all wrinkled and torn. |
| He muttered to you what a failure he'd been |
| And wished that he'd never been born. |
| He noted the look that crossed your face |
| As you shuddered and moved away |
| And I knew right then you had lost a chance |
| To witness for Jesus that day. |
| |
| A little old woman from down the street |
| Slipped into a seat near the rear |
| She'd been so proud of her famous son |
| He was all that she needed down here. |
| But a plane crash had taken her son away |
| And left her alone and suddenly old |
| So she thought she'd seek comfort in going to
church |
| The folks there were kind she'd been told |
| But you turned a deaf ear as she sobbed all
alone |
| And she thought your church distant and cold. |
| |
| It isn't enough just to be in church |
| Although I am glad you are there |
| And though you may join in the singing |
| And bow your head during prayer |
| And even agree with the pastor |
| That for eternity we must prepare |
| Somebody near you may long for a word |
| Or a hand-clasp that says you care |
| Some soul may be won to the Master |
| Because you cared he was there. |
| |
| I've also attended your services |
| And my heart was often glad |
| But I've been there too when your
thoughtlessness |
| Has made me very sad. |
| I'm happy for you, my Christian friend |
| That you have chosen the narrow way |
| But please, I beg you, don't turn aside |
| From those you can help this day |
| The weak, the helpless, the weary, |
| The drunkard, the sorrowing, too |
| Look all around you and tell them for me |
| "He died on the cross for you, too." |
