Keith Green - On The Road To Jericho Lyrics
I left jerusalem, last week for jericho,In the afternoon, the sun was getting low,And then the bushes shook, and out they came at me,They were robbing half *****, while they beat me head to toe,And they left me on the road to jericho.Lying almost slain, and wounded by the road,Crying out in pain for a sympathetic soul,First a priest, and another of my kind,Well they were men I could have trusted, but they left me deaf and blind,They were strangers on the road to jericho.Through the blood and tears, I saw a worried face,He was from samaria, my people hate his race,He bandaged up my wounds and laid me on his horse,Although my memory is cloudy, I still can feel his friendly flow,Such a kind man on the road to jericho.When I later asked the innkeeper the mans name he did not know,Just a neighbor on the road to jericho.