| He was never really welcome there inside those temple walls
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| Didn’t waste much time preachin' to the crowd
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| And the Pharisees, they couldn’t see what the fuss was all about
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| Why all those people followed him around
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| But you could find him with the cast-outs, the murderers and thieves
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| The widows and the beggars knew his name
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| And the children came from miles around, just to climb up on his knee
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| And he met ‘em with a smile, as if to say
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| Wherever I go, I will love the least of these with all my heart
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| Whatever I do, I will meet this broken world with open arms
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| Rest assured, wherever I am, I’m yours
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| Well, I learned that love goes farther than the four walls of a church
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| Somehow it found a sinner, just like me
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| And now my eyes are open to all the lost and lonely ones
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| So I asked the Lord to give me hands that reach
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| Wherever I go, I will love the least of these with all my heart
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| Whatever I do, I will meet this broken world with open arms
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| Rest assured, wherever I am, I’m yours
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| Well they put him on a cross, when he was only thirty-three
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| And they came from miles around to curse his name
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| And I guess it’s kind of fitting that he died between two thieves
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| After all, they were the ones he came to save
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| In the end, he gave it all to say
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| Wherever I go, I will love the least of these with all my heart
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| Whatever I do, I will meet this broken world with open arms
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| So rest assured, wherever I am — oh, wherever I am, I’m yours
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| Mmm, I’m yours |