A rich man walked in church one day
A beggar man soon after
The first was hailed to come this way
The latter, scornful laughter
Such happenings rise everywhere
In church as on the street
Where countless have no love to share
When needy souls we greet
Who can assist one fallen short?
The wear, lost, full dread?
Distressed feeling their last resort
Looms dauntingly ahead
Could you my friend, or even I
Accomplish this awesome feat
Council a soul seeking to die
Blind to what fate they'll meet
Poverty stricken, dreadful alone
Knowing not how to cope
How many would throw the first stone
Instead of spreading hope
We all at times are found in need
Even where Jesus rules
We need to help, as Christ will lead
Or live, as lost blind fools
Pay heed my friend, as Jesus will
At each man's word and deed
Help all lost souls climb Zion Hill
Spreading Salvation's Seed
Given by God, bestowed in love
Bidding with zeal to sow
Helping each other rise above
Where ere in Christ we go.....
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