It was a Sunday morning 10:34
I woke up late on my kitchen floor
From partying last night again
I had to face the day with a head of pain
I fumbled around with my TV set
To catch a flick and try to forget
I turned on this black evangelist
Who preached the word with a funky twist
His choir moved then sang and shout
I hoped in my car went to check it out
I got there late
As I approached the door
There was a big soul brother around 6 foot 4
Who reached out to shake with a smile of love
And a hand as big as a boxing glove
Then he said
He looked in my eyes to my soul inside
Then he said these words
To me
Are you saved?
Born all over again.
Are you saved?
Free from the power of sin.
Son are you saved?
Born all over again.
Are you saved?
Dead to sin.
Well I walk right in
I made a left
What I saw I just nearly lost my breath
The choir swaying to and fro
While they sang about the battle of Jericho
A preacher man in a three piece with two toned shoes and a tie to boot
He said God sent his only son to say us from the evil one
If you're not born again don't stall
Come down when I give the alter call
Well I felt my feet shuffle down the aisle
While sinners marched down single file
And something drove me to my knees
Like a devine electricity
And I said
With my hands held high I began to cry
And I said these words out loud
Well I'm saved
Born all over again.
I'm saved
Free from the power of sin.
Son I am saved
Born all over again.
I'm saved
Dead to sin.
Dead to sin.
Dead to sin.