Ricky Dillard & New Generation Follow

One More Chance

So many times I failed him
And done things my own way
I fell down so low, ya’ll
I thought I’d never see the light of day
But then he took me by my hand
And enabled me to stand

The Lord should have given up on me, ya’ll
And anointed someone else now
But he looked beyond my faults church
Because he knew that I needed his help
I wanna thank the Lord for healing me
And trying me once again

I felt like giving up but he kept my mind
You kept me in perfect peace and you’ll never find
Nobody like my Lord

I felt like giving up but he kept my mind
You kept me in perfect peace and you’ll never find
Nobody like my Lord

Well, he gave me one more
I said he gave me one more
The devil is a liar
The lord gave me
He gave me another chance
He shoulda stopped my heart
While I was dancin in the disco tech
I danced on Friday
Then I danced on Saturday
Had a cocktail in my left hand
I had a cigarette in my right hand
He coulda cut me off
With my hypocrite self
Because with those same hands
I came to church on Sunday mornin
And I sang in the choir
Then I cut my step
He shoulda cut me off
While I was in my backsliden stage
Cause the bible says
For they shall be cut off

I wanna thank him
Thank ya
For grace
For mercy
For patience
For kindess
For strength
For power
For blood
The blood of Jesus
That washed me
Renewed me
It covered
It kept me
It washed
It allowed me

One more
He shoulda messed me up
With my simple mind
He shoulda cut me off
He coulda let me trip out
While I was doin coke
I coulda been a junkie
I coulda been a crackhead
Sitting in the gutter
Trying to find a vein
If he hadn't spared my mind
I coulda been a crackhead
I woulda been over on Cicero
Somewhere on the southside of Chicago
With a needle in my arm
Trying to find a vein
I woulda been lookin for the dope man

The weed that I used to smoke
Coulda been laced with angel dust
So I woulda had a fit
I coulda went crazy
I coulda coo coo
I said I shoulda been crazy
I said I shoulda been crazy
Doin the jailhouse rock
Somewhere on Northwestern
Over on the 5th floor
Havin coniptions everyday

I coulda been dead
Sleepin in my grave
This class right here tonight
This musical tonight
Coulda been a celebration of life
But I rose to tell you
If you still in sin
Come out from up under it
And be separated
While you still got one more
There's a casket with your name on it
There's a coolin board with your name on it
You betta get your house
Get your house in order
Stop gigglin and laughin
Stop smokin and chokin
Stop playin with God
Come out of your mess
Come out come out
Where ever you are
The devil is seeking
He's seeking to devour you

There's a casket with your name on it
There's a coolin board with your name on it
You betta get your house
You betta get it in order
Cause holiness is right
I said holiness is right
So you betta get right
Get right get right
Or get left get left
Get right get right
Or get left get left
Get right get right
Or get left get left

Jesus is coming
Im so grateful
He didn't take my ministry
He didn't take the annointing
He didn't cut me off
When I was having temper tantrums
when i was stealing my tithes
I'm so grateful
That he spared my life
Isn't it wonderful
To think about the grace of God