| Windin' your way 'round the beggar’s feet
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| Christ’s in your head and He says stop and speak
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| Well, you’re not a crazy flake
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| But you can’t deny the Way
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| And forget about everything
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| His Spirit in you makes you feel so bold
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| You got to go help His people
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| But you’ve got no gold
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| And as they just move along
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| They’ll find out you and John
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| Serve a God who has everything
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| In truth, the beggar needs to know Jesus
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| His useless legs would leap and go places
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| If you’ll try it, he’ll try 'em out
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| And now the Spirit sets his feet tappin'
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| Just one more miracle you’ve seen happen
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| But you’re findin' the Lord’s shinin' down
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| Hey that was neat — there’s a fight in its place
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| They took you to court because you preached on His grace
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| And they ask you what you did, you tell 'em who He is
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| And you talk about many things
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| They’ve got this thing about Christ and they’re mad
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| They’re gonna get after you if you talk like that
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| And they tell you settle down, keep quiet in the town
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| And forget about everything
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| But you know you’ll always keep truthin'
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| You know you’re never gonna stop provin'
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| That He rose and He can roll the stone
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| And when they make additional, new warnings
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| The Son of God will get you through, darlin'
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| 'Cause you’re sowin' till you’re goin' home |