Pleas Come Down To Me
I found myself seated in the line of fire.
That ole' Preacher man sure had the holy power.
With his Bible he read my life like he knew it well.
The more I put up with my defense, the more conviction fell
I took a walk, I took a walk down to the alter that night.
I knelt to pray I cried I want to make things right.
What they were singing slips my memory, there's a lot I can't recall.
But I won't forget the mercy and i won't forget the walk.
As they opened up the hymn book and begin to sing
A cloud of joy filled the building like a covering.
With the invitation given, sinner won't you pray.
The wore I tried to leave the more I couldn't get away.