Ren's Pen
Last Call
He spent each night drinking in the bar,
Most of the time he drove home drunk in his car,
Slowing killing the pain that dwelt inside,
Losing all hope and at night he cried.
As he sat every night upon the barstool,
Believing he was just a lonely fool,
Every night waiting for that final call,
So he could have another shot of death called alcohol.
Tonight will be different in these dim light,
For after 2 a.m the bar closes for the night,
A stranger came in bar and sit down by the man,
God only knew he needed this friend.
The drunk could not hardly even talk,
And there was no way he could try to walk,
He looked at this mysterious man,
As he stepped up on the platform with the band.
He smiled and spoke with a kind voice,
I am here to give you a final choice,
Tonight I will offer freedom for all,
And with a loud voice, he said,
"LAST CALL FOR THE ALTAR CALL!"
Copyright ©2004 Pastor Ren Baer
Most of the time he drove home drunk in his car,
Slowing killing the pain that dwelt inside,
Losing all hope and at night he cried.
As he sat every night upon the barstool,
Believing he was just a lonely fool,
Every night waiting for that final call,
So he could have another shot of death called alcohol.
Tonight will be different in these dim light,
For after 2 a.m the bar closes for the night,
A stranger came in bar and sit down by the man,
God only knew he needed this friend.
The drunk could not hardly even talk,
And there was no way he could try to walk,
He looked at this mysterious man,
As he stepped up on the platform with the band.
He smiled and spoke with a kind voice,
I am here to give you a final choice,
Tonight I will offer freedom for all,
And with a loud voice, he said,
"LAST CALL FOR THE ALTAR CALL!"
Copyright ©2004 Pastor Ren Baer
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