We got into the car with the true believers
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We could tell they were by the words they spoke
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They were talking of Jesus and all He was doing
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They were sharing their favourites from the Holy Book
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And I was with them every step of the way
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'Cause I'm a believer saved by grace
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And they didn't know in the back seat was my brother Jack
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We travelled on the 2 hour journey
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Singing along to gospel radio
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The my brother Jack quite unexpected said
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"Do you mind if I listen to my favourite band?"
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And maybe it was when the singer let out a word
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Four syllables long and not ever heard
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In their church circles
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That the believer's attacked
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How could you play music that evil?
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How could you speak of someone's mother like that?
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Whatever is pure, whatever is holy
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We think on these things "so here's your record back!"
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And maybe it was just 'cause we arrived at the place
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My fellow believer's didn't see his face
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But red was the anger all over my brother Jack
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Well I pulled then aside just before our performance
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And told them the story of my brother Jack
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He's not a believer but one who is searching
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And I told him that Jesus loves him where he's at
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And when I was speaking well suddenly I
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Wondered if we, really knew why
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Millions of people felt like my brother Jack
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They've come to our churches and there not coming back
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Please God save our souls
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And my sweet brother Jack
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My Brother Jack
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| Paul Colman |
