It’s that Southern Gospel
that Northern Revival
from the sunrise to the sunset, dusk to dawn.
First on the right then to the left, up and down
it’s a rhythmic tone, tuned to tune your heart
plucking that picking string
twang in that twilight night
how it feels oh so right
this little light
sing that Gospel song
in that bright blue moonlight
all night long!
Hear me sing
see me dance
let me laugh
jump
and shout out loud!
its that Sunrise Service,
that beach day baptism,
its that old hymnal message that never dies
never, ever dies
that old old story of the righteous and the holy
that oh so sweet story of the Bethlehem baby born and raised.
He live to die so that I could die to live.
They call him good, I call him Lord
They call him teacher, I call him Savior
They call him Jesus, I call him King
Jun 6, 2017
Jun 6, 2017 at 12:51 PM UTC
It’s that Southern Gospel
that Northern Revival
from the sunrise to the sunset, dusk to dawn.
First on the right then to the left, up and down
it’s a rhythmic tone, tuned to tune your heart
plucking that picking string
twang in that twilight night
how it feels oh so right
this little light
sing that Gospel song
in that bright blue moonlight
all night long!
Hear me sing
see me dance
let me laugh
jump
and shout out loud!
its that Sunrise Service,
that beach day baptism,
its that old hymnal message that never dies
never, ever dies
that old old story of the righteous and the holy
that oh so sweet story of the Bethlehem baby born and raised.
He live to die so that I could die to live.
They call him good, I call him Lord
They call him teacher, I call him Savior
They call him Jesus, I call him King
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