The man who saw the pilgrim Drove by in his broken car, He gave him twenty dollars To spend on whisky bottles and whores. He knew it might be between them An unspoken heavy verse That that man in that car right there Might one day see the worst. He was a true Christian And knew it very well That this world there right between us Might as well be living hell. The good world was forgotten The bad world came and gone The thirty-first persecution had already just begun. So that man passing out his dollars Saw the broken man at the bar. He did not say a word in judgment But just drove by in his car.
It was all just that Christian Right there in that car Who proved His God did live one day And died upon a cross. So the world was angry So the world was cross They took that man in his car And counted him as a great loss. His parents, they both hated him His brothers were great men His life was fallen to pieces But he counted it as vain. The thirty-first persecution Was that only man thus far For the whole world had forgotten Christ's words from the very start.
He, like a poet's brother, dreamed to die upon the rack But they charged that he was cursed to live And wander the railroad tracks. Thus the world wandered, it drew to its great fame The world was ever joyful, and the Christian called insane. Thus was the punishment That Pilgrim put on him For when the Christian gave him money He said, "Good deeds, they are a sin." Thus the world went on and on, And Christ was little known They forgot that man who fed the pilgrim Who the world, he proved Christ rose.
Mark 13:51Jesus saith unto them, Have ye understood all these things? They say unto him, Yea, Lord. 52Then said he unto them, Therefore every scribe which is instructed unto the kingdom of heaven is like unto a man that is an householder, which bringeth forth out of his treasure things new and old.
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