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WHEN JESUS CAME INTO THE BARROOM

One Saturday night in the barroom, a gospel singer walked in,
And bravely she read from the Bible, and begged them to turn from their sin.

"Oh, come unto Jesus," she pleaded. "He'll be your staff and your rod."
Then one of the drinkers who stood there said, "Well, I don't believe in your God.

I don't rightly know how you prove them, that pack o' lies that you said,
But if there's a God up in heaven, I dare Him to strike me down dead."

The silence that followed was awful. The others stood there in fear,
But the drunkard just laughed and kept sayin', "Why doesn't your Jesus appear?"

And then came the voice of a stranger who stood just outside at the door,
A stranger who simply was passing by, for no one had seen him before.

"Oh, listen to me, all you people," and the place just lit up with his smile.
"Our Lord marks the fall of a sparrow, and every man is His child.

There's none so great or so lowly that God's sweet mercy denies,
And, yes, even those who denounce Him will never be lost, until you die."

And then he raised his right hand, and smiled upon every one,
And those last words that he said were like music. He said, "I know, because I am his son."

And each who was there will remember those words to his very last day,
When Jesus came into the bar room, and told of God's wonderful way.