And we sing this morning

That wonderful and grand old message

I don't know about you

But I never get tired of it

Number 99: Just As I Am

I'm a mountain that has been moved

I'm a river that is all dried up

I'm an ocean nothing floats on

I'm a sky that nothing wants to fly in

I'm a sun that doesn't burn hot

I'm a moon that never shows it's face

I'm a mouth that doesn't smile

I'm a word that no one ever wants to say

I don't wanna be

He wasn't finding anybody

When he was on the shelf

I saw him in my dream

I'm a mountain that has been moved

I'm a fugitive that has no legs to run

I'm a preacher with no pulpit

Spewing a sermon that goes on and on

Well if we take all these things

And we bury them fast

And we'll pray that they turn into seeds

To roots and then grass

It'd be all right it's all right

It'd be easier that way

Or if the sky opened up

And started pouring rain

Like he knew it was time to

Start things over again

It'd be all right it's all right

It'd be easier that way

Well if we take all these things

And we bury them fast

And we'll pray that they turn into seeds

To roots and then grass

It'd be all right it's all right

It'd be easier that way

Or if the sky opened up

And started pouring rain

Like he knew it was time to

Start things over again

It'd be all right it's all right

It'd be easier that way