[Verse 1:] He had a wall of accolades, a steady, healing hand A name that commanded respect across the land. But one mistake, one heartbeat stopped, and silence filled the room And the man who saved the others couldn't save himself from gloom. So he traded in his stethoscope for a jacket worn and thin To hide away on First Street, from the guilt he carried in. A doctor of the hopeless, with no medicine to give Just waiting for the winter wind to tell him not to live. [Chorus] But the Father loved the world before the stars were in the sky And He sees the broken people as the crowds go walking by. No one falls too far from grace, no heart is too obscure The Great Physician comes to us, to offer us the cure. Jesus lives, love is alive. [Verse 2] December winds were cutting through the cardboard and the stone When a man named Billy sat beside the man who was alone. He didn't have a sermon; he didn't try to preach Just a sandwich and a blanket that were well within his reach. Billy came back every day, through the snow and through the sleet He saw a man worth saving in the bum upon the street. He said, "God hasn't left you, and I’m not leaving either, So take my hand, old friend, let's get you out of this fever." [Bridge] [Build up] [Power vocals] The doctor looked at Billy, and he saw a holy light Not a halo made of gold, but a kindness in the night. He realized in that moment, as the tears began to run That Billy was the messenger of the Only Begotten Son. He is alive! In the kindness of a stranger! He is alive! Far away from any manger! [Verse 3] [Soft and Gentle] Now the Doctor’s back in practice, but not in a painted hall He set up a clinic behind the shopping mall. He treats the cold, the hungry, the ones who have no name He looks at them with mercy, 'cause he knows he was the same. He’s the Doctor of Bums, that’s what the locals say But he knows it was Jesus who saved him on that day. [Outro] [Fade out] From the Father’s heart to a snowy street. Love gets down on its hands and feet. He is alive. He lives today.
