Come With Me To Jesus

1. Facing life courageously with eyes downcast happiness and peace not part of the forecast amidst proud siblings, the only one timid uncertainty in the air, densely humid fine drink for all but taking a thimbleful for true protection, the gods get my handful glued to excuses and flaws of temperaments leaving the ungodly to make side comments. Chorus I run to the highest hills I hide in the deepest caves I put my trust on strong men I breath the words of great kings When I stumble and fall down Jesus alone gives His hand [Repeat] 2. Powers of men become diversionary many unreal strengths, claiming to tonify following masked demons to drop in centers to acquire, to hold but nowhere rustic drinks all to suffer spiritual dysentery from a castle, jumping to a rotunda to the things of God, becoming a rascal a walking tapir in the midst of Tigers. Chorus I run to the highest hills I hide in the deepest caves I put my trust on strong men I breath the words of great kinds When I stumble and fall down Jesus alone gives His hand [Repeat] 3. He has suffered it all in his first coming can come of age his glorious second coming it is never too late by his reckoning now is the time to have a rite of passage men can brag and make you have a reverie other gods can fight to seem in rivalry but run to him for the clear and blameless dress for when its time, his glow no one can repress. Chorus I run to the highest hills I hide in the deepest caves I put my trust on strong men I breath the words of great kinds When I stumble and fall down Jesus alone gives His hand [Repeat]