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Robin Mark
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John Wesley
Michael W. Smith writes a wonderful song So does Matt Redman, he moves it along And my friend Paul Baloche works that melodies fine, But my favorite of all, is John Wesley
Well the organist played and the choir sweetly sang A song about freedom and losing your chains So I strolled to the front when the service had ended Saying who wrote that song? Why John Wesley
So I asked Reverend Bob if it would be alright For John to lead worship on some Sunday night And surprisingly he agreed that it might He said go ahead son, book John Wesley.
So John Wesley is coming to my church On the third Sunday night in July Reverend Bob gave me a telephone number I rang it and spoke to some guy He said sure John would love to Ill tell him Though his attitude did not impress me Still a promise is a promise, so I put up a sign Saying, coming next Sunday, John Wesley Youve got to shout it out, especially you in the balcony
Still a promise is a promise, so I put up a sign Saying, coming next Sunday, John Wesley
Well the day finally came apprehension was high No one noticed the horse in the car park outside Reverend Bob stood to speak on delusion and pride When in through the door came John Wesley
Now Ill be first to admit, he did not look too fine I guess you could say the years had not been kind For his clothes were all dusty and he had a weird smile When he turned he said, Hi, Im John Wesley
更多更详尽歌词 在 ※ Mojim.com 魔镜歌词网 Then the next thing we heard a calamitous roar As the whole congregation fled out through the door Reverend Bob took a shortcut, out the window he soared Leaving me and a few kids with John Wesley
So John Wesley is coming to my church On the third Sunday night in July Reverend Bob gave me a telephone number I rang it and spoke to some guy He said sure John would love to Ill tell him Though his attitude did not impress me Still a promise is a promise, so I put up a sign Saying, coming next Sunday, John Wesley
Well I bade him good day, and all that sort of thing But he motioned be silent, and he started to sing, About Sweet love divine, and the birth of a King for these were the songs of John Wesley
Oh for 1, 000 tongues, my Redeemer be praised And can it be that I should gain, An interest in, the Lamb who was slain Oh we sang along with, John Wesley And the last thing he said was a word to the wise Pride and cynical heart, the Lord will always despise But the faith, of a child, precious still in his eyes, And He might even send you, John Wesley
For John Wesley is coming to my church On the third Sunday night in July Reverend Bob gave me a telephone number I rang it and spoke to some guy He said sure John would love to, Ill tell him Though his attitude did not impress me Still a promise is a promise, so I put up a sign Saying, coming next Sunday, John Wesley
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