Josh Garrels - Sweet River Roll

Sweet river roll over me Let my body find peace and let my mind be free Oh my soul sings to Thee The wild man he just killed my religion He cut it to the bone like a needed incision The cancerous growth of formulaic precision That blocks the life-blood in rebellious collision Cold constructs robbing faith from decision But where’s your rubric for the man that was risen He is my vision, he is my vision, be Thou my vision When the tables have turned, and I’ve lost money, and temples are burned By His scares