| It was on a Sunday morning when I found him standing all alone starin' into
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| space
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| He looked like a man had lived a hard life and the hurt of it showed on his face
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| Hunger for food showed through his loose clothes
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| That you could tell were once tailored to fit
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| And a distant look was in his eyes as though he’d just seen hell’s fiery pits
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| When I first spoke to him it seemed like he didn’t hear a sound
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| And I stood there for a minute and thought he might be deaf
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| But then he turned around
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| And acted like he wanted to say something but couldn’t speak
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| So I took him by the arm and said would you like to talk to me
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| In his humble voice so shaky soft and low
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| Said you look like an old friend of mine someone from long long ago
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| Then he said I’ve been thinkin' a lot about a little place not too far away
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| from here
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| Where they sing and pray and they say God will answer prayers
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| But I can’t seem to find it by myself would you walk with me over there
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| Then I choked the tears back before I could say a word
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| Then the church bells started ringin' the prettiest I ever heard
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| And as we walked toward the church house we’d stop along the way
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| And just listen to the church bells ring out God’s holy day
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| And as we walked into that sacred place
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| I felt I was all alone with God but my friend had gone away
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| And then as I knelt down to pray it was all so plain to see
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| That the friend that I’d been talkin' to was my own soul inside of me
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| And for the first time I found myself inside myself with God’s helping hand
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| The Master of the Universe thank you for finding this man (Amen) |