Good Samaritan

Once a traveller walked along a dusty road
A band of robbers the traveller did spy
They jumped upon him robbed him of his money bag
Left the traveller by the dusty roadside

Bruised and bleeding
Help me pleading
My body's aching my mouth is dry
I'm hurting and I'm all alone
Lying here in the midday sun
Please don't leave me here he cried

Down the road came a Pharisee a holy man
On a journey to the synagogue to pray
He saw the traveller lying by the dusty road
He mumbled nothing and hurried on his way

Some time later along the road there came a judge
A most important man in his town
He saw the traveller lying by the dusty road
He walked on by and didn't look down

Then came by a stranger from a far-off country
Gave him water and held his hand
On his donkey he brought him to a small hotel
Bought a room for the poor hurting man

Told the landlord feed him please and comfort him
Keep him here 'til he's on the mend
Which of these three
The stranger judge or the Pharisee
Was the best neighbour the best friend
Which of these three
The stranger judge or the Pharisee
Was the best neighbour the best friend