I have no fancy sermon, just a plain and simple song That you can play in the key of A if you’d like to sing along It’s all about the way things are And not the way things might have been You can be riding in the hurricane’s eye and still have peace within
I lived for my own pleasure, I was the leader of the blind A passenger on the road to fame, I was a legend in my mind But when the truth came to me, I sadly did confess Just a pile of rags before God’s eyes in my righteousness
Elijah was a man just like you Sometimes happy, sometimes blue It was a little bitty vision but he somehow knew If he waited on the Lord He would surely come through
Well, I nearly searched this whole world over Just to find a place to rest Where I could be myself and do all of the things that I do best Like a black sheep wandering or a rebel in retreat I never found contentment, children, till I fell at the Shepherd’s feet
God would surely come through I said, he would surely come through