Got a mother in high country, got a father in his grave, got my troubles tied around me as I drown beneath this wave. Lord, I know that you're beside me but this burden's threatening to take me down. Oh, I need to hear you whisper, “This ain't nothing for me, son. Bring it on.”
Got a sister in revival, got a brother in L.A. Got a mind set on survival, got a hope that needs a way. Lord, I know you're in it with me but this pain is threatening to win the day. Oh, I need to hear you whisper, “This ain't nothing for me, son. Bring it on.”
Got a river in my pathway that I don't know how to cross. Got a load of kin that’s been suffering, doubled over from the loss. Lord, I know that you're beside me, and there ain't no heart alive that's too far gone. Still I need to hear you whisper, “This ain't nothing for me, son. Bring it on.”