Streets

Walk with you on streets of gold Talk about stories seldom by men That claim to walk with you Tell me are the gospels true Did Judas really betrayed you? Or are you really best friends You talk about your scars and things And oh how that rope burn stings In the hot of Israel sun And even though he's seen the marks In your side and on your palm Thomas, will he ever believe I walk these streets I walk these roads Committed acts I never told Preacher man up on the stage Filling our hearts with lies and hate Will he ever understand? It ain't by law but by grace I'm saved When we meet on judgment day Jesus says, boy, come on in I rode my horse on into town Your bright light knocked me to the ground And I screamed, Lord, please save my weary soul My broken poor man's heart became whole Walk with you on streets of gold Talk about stories seldom by men That claim to walk with you