It was a Sunday morning 10:34 I woke up late on my kitchen floor From partying last night again I had to face the day with a head of pain I fumbled around with my TV set To catch a flick and try to forget I turned on this black evangilist Who preached the word with a funky twist His choir moved then sang and shout I hoped in my car went to check it out I got there late As I approached the door There was a big soul brother around 6 foot 4 Who reached out to shake with a smile of love And a hand as big as a boxing glove
Then he said He looked in my eyes to my soul inside Then he said these words To me
Are you saved? Born all over again. Are you saved? Free from the power of sin. Son are you saved? Born all over again. Are you saved? Dead to sin.
Well I walk right in I made a left What I saw I just nearly lost my breath The choir swaying to and fro While they sang about the battle of Jericho A preacher man in a three piece with two toned shoes and a tie to boot He said God sent his only son to say us from the evil one If you're not born again don't stall Come down when I give the alter call Well I felt my feet shuffle down the aisle While sinners marched down single file And something drove me to my knees Like a devine electricity
And I said With my hands held high I began to cry And I said these words out loud
Well I'm saved Born all over again. I'm saved Free from the power of sin. Son I am saved Born all over again. I'm saved Dead to sin. Dead to sin. Dead to sin.
