"Hymn #43" lyrics
"Hymn #43"
I don't know if I'll ever find Jesus
But I can't say I won't some day
There were times when I thought I could feel it
And let it slip away
So I'm careful about good intentions
My own and the guy's next door
Whose hell I'll pay come the judgement day
Fair warning for to sin no more
What if God see's the need for religion
As something I can't share
For to righteously judge my brother
Seems such a needless use of prayer
And this thing bout the pearled gates of heaven
And those that would be denied
And here we are in an endless war with God forever on our side
Praise be the life in me, praise be the life in you
Sing, sing let freedom ring, there will always be more work to do
As for love I was all in a hurry
To drink the taverns dry
And the walls I built around me
To keep my hopes up high
In time I was granted a vision
Of faces as of yet unknown
And a place somewhere in the great out there
Where I don't have to die alone
Praise be the life in me, praise be the life in you
Sing, sing let freedom ring, there will always be more work to do
Sing, sing let freedom ring, there will always be more work to do
Thanks to Maxey for correcting these lyrics.
Writer(s): John B. Leventhal, Rodney Crowell
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