The people came -yeah they came in the blue sedans
to a graveyard in my town
The people came
With plastic roses faded grey from red
Seems that they come here every year
crying their hopeless tears
CHORUS:
We do not grieve as they who have no hope
we're not abandoned as orphans -alone
In Jesus we're not walkin' `round
like this is all there is
we're in this world, but we're not of it
'cause we are His, We are His
A man sold guns away, on a corner of my town
And he was open only Sundays and he liked it that way
Sir, I've gotta ask you, what's that picture there
"That was my boy -my only boy- we lost him in the war"
Before my pain was carved in stone
I met a man - sold guns away
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