Doyle Lawson & Quicksilver Follow

ON A FIRE AND BRIMESTONE BAPTIST PEW,
MY BACK AGAINST THE WALL.
I CONVINCED MYSELF I'D CUT AND RUN,,
WHEN IT CAME TO ALTER CALL.
BUT ON THIS NIGHT THINGS WERE DIFFERENT.
THAT OLD PREACHER SPOKE OF GRACE.
AND FOR THOSE WHO DARED TO TASTE IT.
THEY WOULD SEE THE MASTERS FACE.

NOW EACH AND EVERY WORD HE UTTERED.
SEEMED TO PIERCE MY HEART.
FOR THE FIRST TIME THERE WAS A RING OF
TRUTH, RESOUNDING IN THE DARK.
WHEN I FELT THE SPIRIT MOVE ME.
I KNEW MY TIME HAD COME. ON A
TEARFUL TRIP I STARTED, MY JOURNEY
TO THE SON.

CHORUS
NOW NOTHING SOUNDS SO SWEET, AS THE
SOUND OF PILGRIM FEET.
ON THE NARROW WAY THAT BLESSES
ALL WHO COME. AND THE PEACE THAT
I FOUND IS LIKE NO OTHER.
ON MY JOURNEY TO THE SON.

OH THE TRIBULATION OF THIS WORLD,
HAS DOGGED MY EVERY STEP.
MANY TIMES I'VE BEGGED FOR MERCY,
BY THE BED WHERE I'VE SLEPT.
IN HIS LOVE MY PLEA IS GRANTED.
BY HIS STRENGTH I OVERCOME.
WITH HIS GUIDING HAND I RESUME
MY JOURNEY TO THE SON.