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Everyday they pass me by,
I can see it in their eyes.
Empty people filled with care,
headed who knows where.
On they go through private pain,
living fear to fear,
Laughter hides their silent cries,
only Jesus hears.
People need the Lord,
people need the Lord.
At the end of broken dreams,
He's the open door.
People need the Lord,
people need the Lord.
When will we realize...
people need the Lord?
We are called to take His light to
a world where wrong seems right.
What would be too great a cost
for sharing life with one who's lost.
Thorough His love our hearts
can feel all the grief they bear.
They must hear the words
of life only we can share.
People need the Lord,
people need the Lord.
At the end of broken dreams,
He's the open door.
People need the Lord,
people need the Lord.
When will we realize...
people need the Lord?
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