Beggars Go Free by The Primitive Quartet


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Beggars Go Free
by The Primitive Quartet


If a King owned the cattle of a thousand hills,
all the wealth of the world and the things that it gives,
own the keys to a city with streets of pure gold,
tell me what could a beggar give to belong to His fold.

What could a beggar give to a King
What could an outcast give one who owns everything,
An old beggar could give nothing, nor a poor wretch like me,
But, God gave His Son, the Son gave His life and beggars go free.

Like Blind Bartimaeus I sat by the way,
like a beggar in darkness I couldn't see light of day,
but it was sure sweet of Jesus to pass my way,
and He gave me this brand new life I have now today.

What could a beggar give to a King
What could an outcast give one who owns everything,
An old beggar could give nothing, nor a poor wretch like me,
But God gave His Son, His Son gave His life and beggars go free.

God gave His Son, His Son gave His life and I got in free.


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