I walked into the church that night Thought that I'd drop by the side So I sat down I laughed in spite of all my blues It's really not the type of place I used to hang around I looked ahead and saw a man And watched him close as he began to speak That certain day And it seemed like something deep inside Had seized my soul and though I tried To shake it It wouldn't go away
It was as though the words he said Would echo back inside my head I almost cried I'd be a fool so I suppose Then somehow got my self composed And held it inside I felt the blood rush through my wrist The tighter that I squeezed my fist Determined not to let conviction start Then with all my wisdom left behind I somehow saw that I was blind And then slowly Let his presence fill my heart
As everyone stepped to thier feet I managed to somehow to repeat the prayer That they were praying Then I dropped my head and I dropped my eyes And suddenly I realized Just what I was saying Through trembling lips And streaming tears I envied all those wasted years Of dreams I'd built on sand Unloading all my guilt and wrong I somehow felt both weak and strong The night I took the Master's hand
As I look back remembering I still recall How everything just seemed different than before How every house and bird and tree Was strangely beautiful to me And people were even more How could I have been so blind To rush through life and never find This rock on which I stand, But when I whispered Jesus name I knew I'd never be the same The night I took the Master's hand
But when I whispered Jesus name I knew I'd never be the same The night I took the Master's hand
