Lazarus

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All your money won’t help you get through the great gates of heaven
All your power cannot help you over there
If you find you’ve been living here for the almighty dollar
You’ll never have a mansion over there

   Just like the rich man who wouldn’t give a crumb from his table
   He found in the end from God he couldn’t run
   He found himself in the depths of hell looking up at poor Lazarus
   Crying just a drop of water to cool my tongue

There’s been many a man who’s had it all in this life
Thought he had it under control
In the end he found himself begging for God’s mercy
In the end he found he’d lost his soul

There is victory ahead for those who hear and listen
Who trust in God in spite of great despair
For Jesus is our shield and our great high tower
And he promised to deliver us with prayer

   Just like when Lazarus reached heaven and he looked down at the rich man
   Who had no hope when his race was run
   He stood down there in the depths of hell looking up at poor Lazarus
   Crying just a drop of water to cool my tongue