Missionary Man - Russ Taff

They came from every village and town

To say goodbye to the missionary man

And one by one they spoke about his life

The way he lived and why he died

Some loved him, some hated him

Some said that he would live again

But they all agreed he was a brave, brave man

For preaching love in this troubled land

And He gave his life for what He believed

And He believed in what He gave

But when the choice came down to live or die

There was no choice to be made

What makes a man leave the ones he loves

To love the ones who don’t care about him

To walk a road that others fear

And stand alone with no one near?

It was not for money, it was not for fame

Damascus rode and his life was changed

And tears would stream down his face

As he spoke of God’s amazing grace

And He gave his life for what He believed

And He believed in what He gave

But when the choice came down to live or die

There was no choice to be made

They arrested Him just before dawn

And marched Him through the crowds with scorn

«Repent!

Repent!»

they cried with might

That’s the only thing that will save your life

And He gave his life for what He believed

And He believed in what He gave

But when the choice came down to live or die

The choice was already made