| Everyday they pass me by,
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| I can see it in their eye.
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| Empty people filled with care,
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| Headed who knows where?
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| On they go through private pain,
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| Living fear to fear.
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| Laughter hides their silent cries,
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| Only Jesus hears.
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| People need the Lord, people need the Lord.
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| At the end of broken dreams, He’s the open door.
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| People need the Lord, people need the Lord.
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| When will we realize --people need the Lord?
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| We are called to take His light
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| To a world where wrong seems right.
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| What would be too great a cost
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| For sharing life with one who’s lost?
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| Through His love our hearts can feel
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| All the grief they bear.
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| They must hear the words of life
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| Only we can share.
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| People need the Lord, people need the Lord
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| At the end of broken dreams, He’s the open door.
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| People need the Lord, people need the Lord.
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| When will we realize that we must give our lives,
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| For people need the Lord.
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| People need the Lord. |