The Tramp On the Street - Molly Oday
Only a tramp was Lazarus sad fate
He who lay down at the rich man's gate
He begged for the crumbs
From the rich man to eat
He was only a tramp found dead on the street
He was some mother's darling
He was some mother's son
Once he was fair and once he was young
Some mother rocked him
Her darling to sleep
But they left him to die like a tramp on the street
Jesus who died on Calvary's tree
Shed his life's blood for you and for me
They pierced his sides
His hands and his feet
And they left him to die like a tramp on the street
If Jesus should come and knock on your door
For a place to come in
Or bread from your store
Would you welcome him in
Or turn him away
Then the God's would reborn you on the Great Judgement Day
He was Mary's own darling
He was God's chosen Son
Once he was fair and once he was young
Mary she rocked him her darling to sleep
But they left him to die like a tramp on the street
