It was a Sunday morning 10:34I woke up late on my kitchen floorFrom partying last night againI had to face the day with a head of painI fumbled around with my TV setTo catch a flick and try to forgetI turned on this black evangelistWho preached the word with a funky twistHis choir moved then sang and shoutI hoped in my car went to check it outI got there lateAs I approached the doorThere was a big soul brother around 6 foot 4Who reached out to shake with a smile of loveAnd a hand as big as a boxing gloveThen he saidHe looked in my eyes to my soul insideThen he said these wordsTo me Are you saved?Born all over againAre you saved?Free from the power of sinSon are you saved?Born all over againAre you saved?Dead to sin Well I walk right inI made a leftWhat I saw I just nearly lost my breathThe choir swaying to and froWhile they sang about the battle of JerichoA preacher man in a three piece with two toned shoes and a tie to bootHe said God sent his only son to say us from the evil oneIf you're not born again don't stallCome down when I give the alter callWell I felt my feet shuffle down the aisleWhile sinners marched down single fileAnd something drove me to my kneesLike a devine electricityAnd I saidWith my hands held high I began to cryAnd I said these words out loud Well I'm savedBorn all over againI'm savedFree from the power of sinSon I am savedBorn all over againI'm savedDead to sinDead to sinDead to sin
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