As
I sat broken down,
on
the side of the street.
I
was trying to fix a flat,
and
whom should I meet.
It
was Jesus,
and
He was headed my way.
He
said,
"looks
like you could use a hand today."
I
said, no Lord,
it's
just a flat.
I'll
be up and going soon.
I'm
fine, right where I'm at.
He
said,
"Are
you sure, it'll just a minute."
I
said, no Lord,
My
heart's just not in it.
As
He headed on up the road,
to
the next person broken down.
I
opened the door and got back in,
never
making a sound.
You
see I'd been sitting right here,
for
years, you see.
And
He had stopped by everyday,
and
offered to help me.
He'd
stop and offer,
and
then we would chat.
But
my word's, were always the same.
I'm
fine, right where I'm at.
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