Old man on Bleeker St.; bible in his hand, dead on his feet, says Jesus saves,
People gawk, people stare; that don't matter 'cause he don't care what people say, what people say,
Ask him why he does it; ask him and hear him say...
For the love of God,
For the love of God,
For the love of God.
Quite one with a dusty broom sweeps the floor for the Sunday school every Saturday,
It's a dirty job that few would do, but she says someone has to...and she does it well, oh, she does it well,
Some days she may not like it, but she does it anyway.
For the love of God,
For the love of God,
For the love of God.
On the road in a Chevy van; town to town, guitar in hand, singing "Jesus saves,"
Some approve, some criticise, but I just do what I know is right, and try to do it well, try to do it well,
I hear his voice within me, so I do what I'm called to do.
For the love of God,
For the love of God, yeah, yeah.
For the love of God,
For the love of God,
For the love of God, yeah, yeah,
For the love of God,
For the love of God.
