In our churchhouse on Sunday morning
Sat a man unwelcome there
Judged by men, not by Jesus
He lifted up his voice in prayer

Steer me on a righteous pathway
Help me humbly to abide
Hold me to Your precious bosom
Let me walk, Lord, by Your side

Several silent moments followed
Seemed like no one was in that room
Then a voice it roared like thunder
Said, Look for Me, I'll be comin' soon

Steer me on a righteous pathway
Help me humbly to abide
Hold me to Your precious bosom
Let me walk, Lord, by Your side

Such a change I've never witnessed
Tear-filled eyes were plainly shown
Gathered there around that stranger
Saying, God bless you, welcome home

Steer me on a righteous pathway
Help me humbly to abide
Hold me to Your precious bosom
Let me walk, Lord, by Your side