The moon The stars Your voice Open your eyes

The summer breeze Made ripples on the pond And rattled through the reeds And the willow trees beyond Daddy in his good hat And Mamma in her sunday dress Watched with pride as I stood there In the water up to my chest And the preacher spoke About the cleansing blood As I sank my toes Into that cool East Texas mud Then it was down with the old man Up with the new Raised to walk in The ways of light and truth I didn't see no angels Just a few saints on the shore But I felt like a new born baby Cradled up in the arms of the Lord Amazing grace Oh, how sweet the sound There was glory in the air There was dinner on the ground And my sins which were many Were washed away and gone Along with a buffalo nickel I forgot to leave at home That semed like such a small Small price to pay For the blessed peace of mind That came to me that day It was down with the old man Up with the new Raised to walk in The way of light and truth I didn't see no angels Just a few saints on the shore But I felt like a new born baby Cradled up in the arms of the Lord This road is long and dusty Sometimes a soul it must be cleansed And I long to feel that water Rushing over me again I didn't see no angels Just a few saints on the shore But I felt like a new born baby Cradled up in the arms of the Lord I felt like a new born baby Cradled up in the arms of the Lord