Текст Paul Cauthen – My Gospel

Son, are you weary with the troubles in life?
You take your heartache with a glass of wine?
Are you haunted by the ghost you know?
Pay ’em off with kindness, the debt you owe

Father are you tired? Full of despair?
Fish out of water, a-gaspin’ for air?
At the mercy of your troubled soul?
Prop up a ladder, a-pay your toll

This is my gospel, this is my truth
Soul keeps wadin’ in the fountain of youth
You should listen to the good news
This is my gospel, this is my truth

Wealth of the world has been compressed
With hard times for the rest
We’re survivors of blood and lead
Ain’t got no answers, ask Him instead

This is my gospel, this is my truth
Soul keeps wadin’ in the fountain of youth
You should listen to the good news
This is my gospel, this is my truth

Mama, come and join me in the tower
Where the king and queens hold the power
Break out the dresses, I’ll wear a suit
Lord, just tell me what I should do

This is my gospel, this is my truth
Soul keeps wadin’ in the fountain of youth
You should listen to the good news
This is my gospel, this is my truth
Oh this is my gospel and this is my truth