St Augustine’s Blues
I wanna lay my head on the arms of the Lord
I wanna lay my head on the arms of the Lord
One hand holds the cup of grace. The other wields a vengeful
sword’
Lord I want that precious peace that passeth all understanding
Lord I want that precious peace that passeth all understanding.
But in fold waters of desire I rejoice in my own drowning.
Father help me turn before my soul’s fate is set. Father help me
turn before my soul’s fate is set.
Save me from burnin, but not just yet.
Just one more hot, sweet slice of fun
Sugar meltin on my tongue. Squeeze me like a table vice. Take
me Lord, just not tonight.
He said the spirit is willin, but the flesh is weak. He said the
spirit is willin, but the flesh is weak.
Yes even Jesus cried out father, why have you forsaken me?
Just one more hot, sweet slice of fun
Sugar meltin on my tongue. Squeeze me like a table vice. Take
me Lord, just not tonight.