Stranger Songtext
von Enoch

STRANGER

When I was naked and cold;
You clothed Me, you gave Me a drink
When I was hungry and poor;
You gave Me something to eat.

Store up for years though you might die tonight;
Do what you want with your money, you stranger.
The borrower is slave to the lender;
Do what you want with your money, you stranger.


When I was hungry you walked right past Me;
You treat Me like dirt
When time comes, I won′t know you;
But you'll know your money won′t save you.

Store up for years though you might die tonight;
Do what you want with your money, you stranger.
The borrower is slave to the lender;
Do what you want with your money, you stranger.

Rich here, but roomless in My home.
Rich here, but centless in My realm.