Sangtekster:
Bride The Jesus Experience

If I were a ship on the ocean would You throw me a sail If I were locked away in a prison would You pay my bail If I were thirsty in the desert would

With the dead Looking at the ceiling when she saw the sky Saw a door open the light burned her eyes Spirit moved through the mulberry trees Hold onto Jesus

Born into iniquity No one is immune Die to the grave Everyone the same One race the human race It's no discrimination One race the human race

Religious fanatics and their cosmic Christ Spin doctors liberating giving life Authenticity judges the politically correct Denominational axe grinds

hate you Who are the enemies of the cross And who finds it a stumbling block Who can endure despising and shame On the instrument of pain Promises kept and Jesus

I looked back to see it all Like a moth to the flame Stopped pushing pulled my hand from the plow I looked back looked down Embraced the world -