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Sitting on a park bench, he’s the former local hero,

he once dreamed, had visions of being a global hero.



Now, he sits there, all alone, reliving former glories,

NO one recalls him, anymore. who you gonna call, hero?



He no longer has a single friend, no one loves him.

Why don’t you quit beating your head against that wall, hero?



Jesus stands, with his loving arms open wide to hug you.

Yet, you make excuses.  You continue to stall, hero.



Let Jesus be your hero, let Him be your King, your Lord,

and He’ll take away your loneliness.  Call Him, “Hero.”