Only a tramp was Lazarus' sad fate
He who laid down the rich man's game
He begged for the crumbs from the rich man to eat
He was only a tramp found dead on the street
If Jesus should come and knock at your door
For a place to come in or bread from your store
Would you welcome Him in or turn Him away?
Then God would reward you on the great judgment day
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Jesus, He died on Calvary's tree
Shed His life's blood for you and for me
They pierced His side, His hands and His feet
Then they left Him to die like a tramp on the street
He was Mary's own darling, He was God's chosen Son
Once He was fair, once He was young
Mary, she rocked Him, her darling, to sleep
Then they left Him to die like a tramp on the street
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