'Mr. Simon'

"Mr. Simon" Words and Music by Ken Medema Well, there's a man I'd really like for you to know; Mister Simon is his name, folks like him so; And he's got friends in all the nicest parts of town, His name is known all around. Chorus: Every Sunday morning when the bells begin to ring Mister Simon's at the church; it's where he does his thing; He loves to join the lovelies who've come to praise the Lord; And he loves to hear the people singing all in one accord. When Mister Simon prays in church he's always heard; You note his every elegantly spoken word; And every time he gets the chance he prays out loud; Well, he loves the church he loves the crowd. (Chorus) While Mister Simon's uttering his pious prayer There's one who sits in back and seems quite unaware; You see him kneeling and you hear him softly cry, Lord, I'm no good at all, Lord, have mercy on me; Lord, I have sinned against you Lord, have mercy on me. I say, Simon, did you see that man in church today? Kneeling weeping in a most peculiar way? Yes, I hear his reputation's not so fine; I'm glad his reputation isn't mine. (Chorus) Two men walked into the church upon that Sunday morn; One left slightly wrinkled, the other left reborn.