Tramp On the Street

Only a tramp was Lazarus sad fate
He who lay down at the rich man's gate
He begged for the crumbs from the rich man to eat
He was only a tramp found dead on the street

He was some mother's darling, he was some mother's son
Once he was fair and once he was young
And some mother rocked him, her darling to sleep
But they left him to die like a tramp on the street

Jesus who died on Calvary's tree
He shed his life's blood for you and for me
They pierced his sides, his hands and then 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 and once he was young
Mary, she rocked him, her darling to sleep
But they left him to die like a tramp on the street

If Jesus should come and knock on your door
Or a place to come in and bread from your store
Would you welcome him in or turn him away?
And then God would deny you, on the great judgement day