I’ve often wondered what it’s like
To preach to passersby,
Who happen to be walking past,
Whatever reason why.
I’ve heard grand tales of ‘vangelists
Who tote the Word downtown.
They preach to folks who mosey by,
And on their sins crack down.
They read aloud from God’s “Good Book”
And pass out tracts and such.
They trample on one’s pride ‘n all
And say none’s worth too much.
Crowds rally all around ‘em. Though,
Some only stop to gawk.
But others give their hearts to God
Right on that hard sidewalk.
I’ve heard it spoke by those who know
That street meets are great fun.
I really envy those that's been,
Those chaps who’ve seen ‘em done.
It’s kinda been my lifelong dream
To ‘vangelize a town.
I want to dance upon the street
And be a gospel clown.
I long to watch the children grin
And gown-ups don a smile.
Observe them each obey the Word
That’s preached in street-meet style.
If I would not be so afright
And could be bold and brave,
I’d organize my own street meet
And see some poor soul saved.
I’ve always wondered what it’s like.
I really want to see
A street meet in the city, God.
I ask on bended knee.
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