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