He laid by the gate, begging a rich man for bread
Sores on his skin, some said he's better off dead
But when that day came,
Lazareth closed his eyes, carried by angels to Abraham's side
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Oh what a moment, when everything changes
Image the glory, the sound of the praises
When God and his riches, he lavishes treasures
And into his kingdom, he welcomes the beggar.
For all of the poor, the bruised, the broken like me
There is a hope for the desperate, the lonely and weak.
There's a day coming, I'm telling you now,
Will trade all our sorrows for our glorious crown
(Chorus)
Blessed all the poor in spirit,
for theirs is the kingdom of heaven.