Only a tramp was Lazarus' sad fateHe who laid down the rich man's gameHe begged for the crumbs from the rich man to eatHe was only a tramp found dead on the streetIf Jesus should come and knock at your doorFor a place to come in or bread from your storeWould you welcome Him in or turn Him away?Then God would reward you on the great judgment day. . .Jesus, He died on Calvary's treeShed His life's blood for you and for meThey pierced His side, His hands and His feetThen they left Him to die like a tramp on the streetHe was Mary's own darling, He was God's chosen SonOnce He was fair, once He was youngMary, she rocked Him, her darling, to sleepThen they left Him to die like a tramp on the street. . .. . .
