The Walk
That ole' Preacher man sure had the holy power.
With his Bible he read my life like he knew it well.
The more I put up with my defense, the more conviction fell
I took a walk, I took a walk down to the alter that night.
I knelt to pray I cried I want to make things right.
What they were singing slips my memory, there's a lot I can't recall.
But I won't forget the mercy and i won't forget the walk.
As they opened up the hymn book and begin to sing
A cloud of joy filled the building like a covering.
With the invitation given, sinner won't you pray.
The wore I tried to leave the more I couldn't get away.
Autor(es): Gerald Crabb / Steven Curtis Chapman