Lyrics Brave Apostles Twelve - Dailey & Vincent

Simon Peter, Andrew, James and Phillip, Thomas, Mathhew
Bartholomew and Simon, Judas, Judas, James and John
Andrew go and tell you brother Peter to come a-running
Tell him the one he′s waiting for is waiting for him
The two he calls the Sons of Thunder quit their jobs this morning
And for eternal revenue Matthew is cashing in
Phillip, tell Bartholomew there's something good from Nazareth
They′ve never met, but Jesus seems to know him through and through
And Thomas, he'll go with you, don't you doubt it for a minute
James the Less and Judas, and the zealot Simon too
Simon Peter, Andrew, James, Phillip, Thomas, Mathhew
Bartholomew and Simon, Judas, Judas, James, John
Traveling ′round from town to town preaching gets expensive
So they took along some women who took along some wealth
And the twelfth one was chosen to be their trusted treasurer
Would you believe, Judas Iscariot himself
Next Sunday morning when your mind starts to wander
And that pulpit prayer gets long and you start thinking ′bout yourself
Ask in your heart if you would part with family, friends, and money
And leave it all for Jesus like the brave apostles twelve
Peter, Andrew, James and Phillip, Thomas, Simon Mathhew
Bartholomew and Judas, Judas, James and John, and you