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Travelling in a dried-out country,
On a police detail with Caesar's army.
I met a strange Judean,
He made a disturbance
And I took my men, 'cause the natives were restless
And I said:

Do your job, 'cause the man's outnumbered.
We'd better go and get up there
Can't you see that they'll tear him asunder
You better run, you better take others

I rescued a man it was Paul
He goes, please good sir, we truly must talk
I said: Do you speak in right language?
He just smiled, he came from a Benjamite family
But he said:

I come from a land far from here
With Greek and Romanesque culture
Can you please, let them hear me once, sir?
I said: All right, and let them face the mob a while.

Lysias, that is my name.
And that Paul he had much to say.
He said Christianity I'm defending,
Though I once was it's greatest enemy.

But Jesus spoke to me with a voice like thunder
and He did show me I'd blundered
Can you help, can you help but wonder
Why did I run from everything I was

(Yes, people) Listenin'
To him I wondered,
If really Paul was outnumbered.
Cause if he's right and Jesus is up there,
He's better off, I'd rather take those odds.
If you want the chapter number,
Where we met Paul and went from there,
In the Book of the Acts it's somewhere
In 21 through 28 uh huh x2

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