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baptism |
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The summer breeze, made ripples on the pond |
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Rattled through the reeds and the willow trees beyond |
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Daddy in his good hat, mama in her sunday dress |
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Watched with pride, as i stood there in the water up to my chest |
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And the preacher spoke about the cleansing blood |
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And i sank my toes into that east tennessee mud |
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Then it was down with the old man, up with the new |
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Raised to walk in the way of light and truth |
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I didn't see no angels, just a few saints on the shore |
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But i felt like a newborn baby, cradled up in the arms of the lord |
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Amazing grace, oh how sweet the sound |
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There was glory in the air, there was dinner on the ground |
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And my sins which were many, were washed away and gone |
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Along with a buffalo nickel i forgot to leave at home |
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But that seemed like such a small, small price to pay |
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For the blessed peace of mind that came to me that day |
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And it was down with the old man, up with the new |
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Raised to walk in the way of light and truth |
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I didn't see no angels, just a few saints on the shore |
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But i felt like a newborn baby, cradled up in the arms of the lord |
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This road is long and dusty, sometimes the soul it must be cleansed |
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And i long to feel that water, rushing over me again |
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Down with the old man, up with the new |
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Raised to walk in the way of light and truth |
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I didn't see no angels, just a few saints on the shore |
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But i felt like a newborn baby, cradled up in the arms of the lord |
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I felt like a newborn baby, cradled up in the arms of the lord |