The summer breeze made ripples on the pond.
It rattled through the reeds, and the willow trees beyond.
Daddy in his good hat,
And mama in her Sunday dress,
Watched with pride as I stood there, in the water up to my chest.
And the preacher spoke about the cleansing blood, as I sank my toes into that Cool East Texas mud.
And it was down with the old man,
Up with the new.
Raised to walk in the way of light and truth.
I didn't see no angels, just a few saints on the shore.
But, I felt like a newborn baby,
Cradled up in the arms of the Lord
Amazing Grace, oh how sweet the sound,
There was Glory in the air,
There was dinner on the ground.
And my sins, which were many,
Were washed away and gone,
Along with the Buffalo Nickle,
I forgot to leave at home.
But, that seemed like such a small, small price to pay,
For the blessed peace of mind,
That came to me that day.
This road is long and dusty, sometimes the soul, it must be cleansed.
And I long to feel that water rushing over me again.