One Soul at a Time


A first-rate old soldier wore clothes second-hand
sang on the street corner for coins in a can
his rich baritone enticed walkers to come
between song selections, he spoke of God's Son:

"I once was a warrior with medals on chest
a purple heart soldier, I fought with the best
but my heart changed color, my talk and my walk
when I met my Savior at Old Kitty Hawk."

Then he sang a song I will never forget
about Jesus' death and the veil that was rent
how Christ' Blood atones now for all who draw near
"One Soul At A Time" is this song I still hear.

I've faith that my father knew I'd find my way
to Jesus our Savior before down he lay
saved coins from a tin can; small fortune in dimes
all given to others ... one soul at a time.

That first-rate old soldier in clothes second-hand
awaits his new body 'neath hallowed brown sand
now I am his son you hear sing as you walk
on the corner of Soul Street and Old Kitty Hawk.