Tramp on the street
Only a tramp was Lazarus that day He who lay down at the rich man's gate He begged for the crumbs from the rich man to eat But they left him to die like a tramp on the street He was some mother's darling, he was some mother's son Once he was fair and once he was young 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 Shed his life's blood for you and me They pierced his side, his hands, and his feet Then they left him to die like a tramp on the street If Jesus should come and knock at your door For a place to lie down or bread from your store Would you welcome him in or turn him away For God would reward you on the great Judgment Day