John Wesley

Michael W. Smith writes a wonderful song
So does Matt Redman, he moves it along
And my friend Paul Baloche works that melodies fine,
But my favorite of all, is John Wesley

Well the organist played and the choir sweetly sang
A song about freedom and losing your chains
So I strolled to the front when the service had ended
Saying who wrote that song? Why John Wesley

So I asked Reverend Bob if it would be alright
For John to lead worship on some Sunday night
And surprisingly he agreed that it might
He said go ahead son, book John Wesley.

So John Wesley is coming to my church
On the third Sunday night in July
Reverend Bob gave me a telephone number
I rang it and spoke to some guy
He said sure John would love to Ill tell him
Though his attitude did not impress me
Still a promise is a promise, so I put up a sign
Saying, coming next Sunday, John Wesley
Youve got to shout it out, especially you in the balcony

Still a promise is a promise, so I put up a sign
Saying, coming next Sunday, John Wesley

Well the day finally came apprehension was high
No one noticed the horse in the car park outside
Reverend Bob stood to speak on delusion and pride
When in through the door came John Wesley

Now Ill be first to admit, he did not look too fine
I guess you could say the years had not been kind
For his clothes were all dusty and he had a weird smile
When he turned he said, Hi, Im John Wesley

Then the next thing we heard a calamitous roar
As the whole congregation fled out through the door
Reverend Bob took a shortcut, out the window he soared
Leaving me and a few kids with John Wesley

So John Wesley is coming to my church
On the third Sunday night in July
Reverend Bob gave me a telephone number
I rang it and spoke to some guy
He said sure John would love to Ill tell him
Though his attitude did not impress me
Still a promise is a promise, so I put up a sign
Saying, coming next Sunday, John Wesley

Well I bade him good day, and all that sort of thing
But he motioned be silent, and he started to sing,
About Sweet love divine, and the birth of a King
for these were the songs of John Wesley

Oh for 1, 000 tongues, my Redeemer be praised
And can it be that I should gain,
An interest in, the Lamb who was slain
Oh we sang along with, John Wesley
And the last thing he said was a word to the wise
Pride and cynical heart, the Lord will always despise
But the faith, of a child, precious still in his eyes,
And He might even send you, John Wesley

For John Wesley is coming to my church
On the third Sunday night in July
Reverend Bob gave me a telephone number
I rang it and spoke to some guy
He said sure John would love to, Ill tell him
Though his attitude did not impress me
Still a promise is a promise, so I put up a sign
Saying, coming next Sunday, John Wesley