Wherever I Am

He was never really welcome there|Inside those temple walls|Didn't waste much time preaching to the proud|And the Pharisees they couldn't see|What the fuss was all about|And while those people followed Him around||But you could find Him with the cast outs,|The murders and thieves|The widows and beggars knew His name|And the children came from miles around|Just to climb up on his knee|And He met them with a smile as if to say||Chorus|Wherever I go|I will love the least of these with all My heart|Whatever I do|I will meet this broken world with open arms|And rest assured|And wherever I am|I'm yours||I've learned that love goes farther|Than the four walls of a church|Somehow it found a sinner just like me|Now my eyes are open to the lost and lonely ones|So I ask the Lord to give me hands that reach||Chorus||Well they put Him on a cross|When He was only thirty-three|And they came from miles around|To curse His name|But I guess it's kind of fitting|That He died between two thieves|After all they were the ones he came to save|In the end He gave it all to say||Chorus|