There at the street corner he stands
With Bible in hand he preaches
He preaches God's word for all to hear
For anyone with a listening ear

His clothes are
Tatered
*****
Worn
He has been cut by life's thorns

He looks
Weak
Hungry
Worn out
Like a fighter about to be knocked out

Still he preaches
God's salvation
God's mighty plan
Trying to help one and all understand

Sure he looks like something
Someone has thrown out
His love for God is strong
Of that there is no doubt

He's been arrested
He's been locked away
As soon as they let him out
He finds another street corner
And starts preaching away

They've
Beat him
Threatened him
Cops have tried sending him away
Nothing they've tried has worked
He just preaches away

The city has tried
Many times
With laws to confine him
None of them worked
For it's God's power
That defines him

He knows up in Heaven
He'll be homeless no more
His words will then echo
Out forevermore

So next time you see a street preacher
Don't turn away
For it maybe worth
Hearing what they have to say