Call Your Spirit Home

I come and tell my story as my spirit quickly fades
A sinner was the form I took, a preacher was my trade
In the twilight of my life, I met the Holy Ghost
I went to fight God’s battle, where I bravely held my post

So I drove into the mountains, and I bathed in shallow lakes
I promised I would foster peace with all who were in my wake
I awoke below an oak tree with a blanket of its leaves
And I lifted up my head to hear the humming of the bees

I stood up very slowly, as I thought I was still dreaming
My body’s wounds were all but gone, my mental wounds were healing
A path appeared before me, one I’d never seen before
So I started through the forest, until I reached a wooden door

When I looked up, I saw a church, run down from base to steeple
This place was once a refuge, a second home for people
With haste, I ran back to my truck, for a felt a kind of calling
I felt my soul get up and stand. My whole life, I’d been falling

I drove away and then returned with paint and nails and faith
I set to work rebuilding with a smile on my face
I worked until I sweat, I sweat until I bled
And I finished that old church, where I was cleansed of all my dread