I feel this power take control of me,
And in this darkness it's the light I hope you see,
I feel it coming on me like a rushing wind,
I feel it all around,
Can't you see it falling down again?
You descend like a consumed fire,
Straight from my soul while you make me whole,
To be with you is my heart's desire,
I call your name out as your true love draws me higher.
I took your hand as you touched my heart,
I pray for grace and peace as this world falls apart,
I trust a power that my words cannot contain,
In the valley of the shadow of death your majesty will reign.
Revolution of love, oh,
Revolution of love, oh.
Reach up your hands,
Reach up your hands,
Let him show you,
Revolution of love, oh,
Reach up your hands,
Reach up your hands,
Let him touch you,
Revolution of love, oh,
Reach up your hands,
Reach up your hands,
Let him show render you,
Revolution of love, oh,
Reach up your hands,
Reach up your hands,
Let him love you,
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Bride Song - Live
Jesus, I love you, but I don't understand your wife,
She wears such funny make-up, and she always wants to fight,
Every time I turn my back she's waiting with the knife,
In my world of black and grey she argues shades of white.
Jesus, I love you, but I don't understand your wife,
She wears such funny make-up, and she always wants to fight,
Jesus, I love you, but I don't understand your wife,
She wears such funny make-up, and she always wants to fight.
She loves capital punishment and nuclear arms,
Then screams about the right to life and the Grand Old Party's charms,
She always burning bridges, even ones she's standing on,
When I tried to tell her, she's says, "You, I don't belong."
Jesus, I love you, but I don't understand your wife,
She wears such funny make-up, and she always wants to fight,
Every time I turn my back she's waiting with a knife,
Jesus, I love you, but I don't understand your wife.
Mike Roe...
Always hear me complain, and you listen in once more,
I know everything your bride's against, but I don't know what she's for,
So, don't mistake my anger for bitterness and strife,
'Cause on bended knee I'm begging you, "Please Jesus, talk to your wife."
Jesus, I love you, and I don't understand your wife,
Wears such funny make-up, and she always wants to fight,
Don't mistake my anger for bitterness and strife,
'Cause on bended knee I'm begging you, "Please Jesus, talk to your wife."
One more time...
Jesus, I love you, and I don't understand your wife,
When she hears a funny song, this letter she starts to write,
I'll go to my mailbox, we'll end up in a fight,
Just because some other guy doesn't know how to take a joke.
