There upon the Street corner
He stands
With Bible in hand
He preaches God\'s word
For all to hear
For anyone
With a listening ear
His clothes are
Worn
Tatered
Dirty
He has been cut
By life\'s thorns
He looks
Weak
Hungry
Worn out
Like a fighter
About to go down
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
He\'s been arrested
He\'s been locked away
As soon as they let him out
He finds another
Street corner
And preaches away
They\'ve
Beat him
Threatened him
Cops have tried
Sending him away
Nothing they have tried
Had work
He just preaches away
The city has tried many times
With laws to cnfine 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 echo
Out forevermore
So next time you
See a street preacher
Don\'t run away
For it may be worth
Hearing what they say