As I walk down the street of a sin-stricken city I see the misfortunes of men A man in the gutter lying there lifeless Clutching a bottle in hand He was some mother's darling Maybe some young man's father But, now he's a prisoner to sin No hugs in the morning and no family altar He's gets by the best way he can Thank God for the preacher, who told me of Jesus For I'd be a beggar if not for his grace Lord help me show others, your love and your mercy Make my life a witness to others I pray At a little white church house at an old tear stained altar A prayer for god's mercy was heard Though his sins were many and his burdens heavy He took the Lord at his word The angels rejoiced as he was forgiven Shouts filled the temple that day I will never get over that trip to the altar for I was that sinner who prayed