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Letras:Mullins Rich. Everyman.

Rich Mullins and Beaker
Matthew 4:21-22, Matthew 9:35-36, Matthew 27:19
Matthew 27:24, Matthew 28:1-10, Mark 5:1-43
Mark 14:3-9, Mark 14:51-52, Luke 1:35-45
Luke 2:1-20, Luke 2:36-38, Luke 7:2-10
Luke 8:26-39, Luke 19:1-10, Luke 21:1-4
Luke 23:27-29, John 1:45-51, John 3:1-21
John 4:4-26, John 6:5-15, John 8:2-11
Acts 8:26-39, Acts 9:1-6
Well, he was out on a limb - he was sitting in the shade
He'd led a hundred men - and lived alone among the graves
He had a thousand questions - and a million heartaches
He was everyman, he was everyman
She was caught in a sin - she knew the well was so deep
She threw her last pennies in - and poured oil upon His feet
She touched the garment's hem - she had only been asleep
She was everyman, she was everyman
And the Lord looks down and He understands
The world draws up it's lines
But at the foot of the cross there's room for everyone
And love that is not blind
It can look at who we are and still see beyond
The differences we find
But with thorns in His brow and a spear in His side
Nails in His hand, He died for you and I
For you and I and everyman
He had nets to mend - he gave his fish and his loaves
He had to wash his hands - and ran away without his robe

He couldn't understand - until on Damascus road
He was everyman, he was everyman
She brought the world a lamb - and took warning from a dream
From an empty tomb she ran - for her children she would weep
In her womb a baby danced - she'd been waiting for a King
She was everyman, she was everyman
And the Lord looks down and He understands
The world draws up it's lines
But at the foot of the cross there's room for everyone
And love that is not blind
It can look at who we are and still see beyond
The differences we find
But with thorns in His brow and a spear in His side
Nails in His hand, He died for you and I
For you and I and everyman
The world draws up it's lines
But at the foot of the cross there's room for everyone
And love that is not blind
It can look at who we are and still see beyone
The differences we find
But with thorns in His brow and a spear in His side
Nails in His hand, He died for you and I
For you and I and everyman
Everyman