Can you feel that
old time religion
hanging in the air?
Can you feel that presence
standing close,
holding you up?
Can you feel that
old gospel beat
pounding in your veins
pounding in your throat?
You can't see
I'm just a man
just a messenger
You don't know
how I got these songs
twisted into me
Oh how I feel you
need me
to lay my hands on you
I can smell your
desperation
I am your man
your savior
your everything
Young one
come to me
receive redemption for your sins
face the suffering symbol
face my body lifted up
for you
I haven't come to speak volumes
my love is a love
you can feel
Hang on
in this backseat confessional
Too many things have
gotten between us
Now it's time
to sing and shout
and get that devil out
I want to drill you
I want to fill you
with my living water
take you down
to the river
make you forever
one with me.
Thursday, April 15, 2010
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no holy water, eh? ;)
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