While I was running through your memories
I tripped on your sorrows
I hit my head on your many troubles
I said to myself right there and then
My, my, my. Never, never again
Lost and lonely hurting people
Every town every turn
Caught up in works and what is legal
Every where you look, you learn
My, my, my. Works and legal
People broken, people weeping, people yearning, people seeking.
Come back, come back. Come on back to Jesus
The lame can walk, the blind can see
By the LORD of all, slain on the tree
My, my, my. The people are set free.
Copyright © John McGlynn