lived a mile down the road
I was just a boy, he was eighty -one years old
It often stopped by daddy's farm
They'd talk about the Lord
and God's power would come down.
It'd shout and praise the Lord.
It'd laugh, sometimes it'd cry.
He'd say, while pointing upward,
I'm going younger when I die.
The creator of this universe
has as sured me that I will.
I'm going because I'm born again
and not because I'm good.
Separation time is coming
The closer I get to that hour,
When he was on the cross,
My son preaches the gospel,
My daughter teaches language
That you speak with your hands
But salvation is the best thing
That's happened to this man
Separation time is coming
The closer I get to that hour,
When he was on the cross,
Jesus called it paradise.
When he was on the cross,
Jesus called it paradise.
