| They came from every village and town
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| To say goodbye to the missionary man
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| And one by one they spoke about his life
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| The way he lived and why he died
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| Some loved him, some hated him
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| Some said that he would live again
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| But they all agreed he was a brave, brave man
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| For preaching love in this troubled land
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| And He gave his life for what He believed
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| And He believed in what He gave
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| But when the choice came down to live or die
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| There was no choice to be made
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| What makes a man leave the ones he loves
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| To love the ones who don’t care about him
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| To walk a road that others fear
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| And stand alone with no one near?
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| It was not for money, it was not for fame
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| Damascus rode and his life was changed
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| And tears would stream down his face
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| As he spoke of God’s amazing grace
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| And He gave his life for what He believed
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| And He believed in what He gave
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| But when the choice came down to live or die
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| There was no choice to be made
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| They arrested Him just before dawn
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| And marched Him through the crowds with scorn
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| «Repent! |
| Repent!» |
| they cried with might
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| That’s the only thing that will save your life
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| And He gave his life for what He believed
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| And He believed in what He gave
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| But when the choice came down to live or die
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| The choice was already made |