...and they said that Jesus loves me
and my heart was full of sin
and I’d get a crown in Heaven
if I let the Saviour in.
I’m glad that Jesus loves me
But what in Heaven would I do?
You’d just seem that more far away
...and I’d still be wanting you.

1/ In a doorway by an alley
A strung-out hooker sighs
She needs another needle
Say her empty, haunted eyes.
She invites me to her party
I thank her, but decline
She spits at me and I can smell
The stale two-dollar wine.

2/ The banker greets the beggar,
Who’s turning in his take.
Carefully sorting out the coin,
He separates the fake.
A crippled man with just one hand
Hobbles in the door
To take the counterfeit that fell
On purpose, on the floor.

...and they said that Jesus loves me
and my heart was full of sin
and I’d get a crown in Heaven
if I let the Saviour in.
I’m glad that Jesus loves me
But what in Heaven would I do?
You’d just seem that more far away
...and I’d still be needing you.

3/ Across the street the humble eat
At the “Jesus Loves You” sign.
Curb your pride, come inside
And wait your turn in line.
It ain’t a lot, and all I got
Was a bowl of soup and bread
And a disgusted sneer from the lady there
When I forgot to bow my head.

4/ Then I walked into a Gospel Hall
Just to hear the people sing
With a wave of his hand, the Preacher Man
Said “Christ is everything.”
“If you believe, you will receive
“Whatever your need may be”
“Mr. Preacher man,” I raised my hand,
“Then would you pray for me?"

...and they said that Jesus loves me
and my heart was full of sin
and I’d get a crown in Heaven
if I let the Saviour in.
I’m glad that Jesus loves me
But what in Heaven would I do?
You’d just seem that more far away,
...and I’d still be loving you.

5/ And somewhere deep inside my soul
I pause to ponder why?---
The many kinds of hungry
And the different sounds of cry.
The hooker needs the needle
And the cripple needs the crutch
The banker needs the beggar
But the Preacher don’t need much.

6/ He tries to humanize their lives
So they know that someone cares
But the cop keeps writing tickets
As the banker stands and stares.
They haul the hooker into court
And the pimp counts out her fine
The Preacher begs mercy for our souls
The banker’s, the cop’s, and mine.

...and they said that Jesus loves me
and my heart was full of sin
and I’d get a crown in Heaven
If I let the Saviour in.
I’m glad that Jesus loves me
But what in Heaven would I do?
You’d just seem that more far away
...and I’d still be loving you.

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