| A world-wearied man with tear filled eyes
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| Walked in off the street of the uncommonly wise
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| Into the church meeting, with this story he came
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| Sometimes angels and strangers are one and the same
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| The preacher said Sir, you re welcome in here
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| Now tell us as much as you d want us to hear
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| And the stranger said, It was no more than an hour ago, people
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| I was lookin for shelter for the night.
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| I wanted to go somewhere out of the way
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| Somewhere peaceful and quiet.
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| So I went to a cemetery, close by Thompson Lane
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| And with full respect I entered it and found rest from the rain.
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| I laid down under a sycamore, an I was barely asleep
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| When someone said Hello stranger and touched the boots on my feet.
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| His hair was pure silver, almost like a crown of glory on top
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| And the rain didn t touch him, not one single drop.
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| His voice was familiar, it brought me comfort and peace.
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| He laughed and said, Well, we picked a strange place to meet
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| But I understand, I ve often come here to pray
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| When the burdens of life put stones in my way.
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| And you see friend, you and me, we re brothers
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| Though we ve never met.
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| We ve both known heartache, disappointment and the pain of regret.
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| The full weight of sadness, love and it s cost
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| And without love, a soul is nothing, but empty and lost.
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| And I ve come to tell you, to go on now and be brave.
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| You can live again.
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| You know it s her love that you crave.
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| Go find the one you left behind, hold her, take her by the hand.
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| Show her how much you need her, I believe she ll understand.
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| Now son you take a look at this ground, it s filled with things unsaid.
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| There s a world of good intentions here in the land of the dead.
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| And friend I m here to tell ya, on this very night, I was sent by your Maker,
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| the giver of life, to tell you there s rest
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| For your soul.
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| There s peace and relief, if you ll just surrender your burdens.
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| Lay them at God s feet.
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| Walk out of this place.
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| Go now and live in the light of a pure perfect presence
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| That loves and forgives.
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| He wore a long purple coat, covered in wheels
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| Red leather boots, with sparkling heels
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| On a dark stormy night, a lost soul was saved
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| Brought into the fold on Porter Wagoner s grave |