He'd stand every Sunday at the old
Fashioned alter and bid the sinner to come.
There came a mornin,
He Said someone here's running,
And i knew that I was the one
And though it's been years since I made Jesus
Mine, If for only one moment I could go back in time.
I'd like to meet the preacher who prayed
For the preacher who prayed with me down on my knees.
I'd like to shake the hand that reached
Out a hand to the hand that reached out to me.
I would thank him for preaching about sin
And a savior, and the blood that forever atones.
I'd thank him for truth and not a watered
Down gospel, it's the rock that I'm standing on.
Oh, we all have someone who showed us the way
And if I could meet a soldier in the army of faith.
I'd like to meet the preacher who prayed
For the preacher who prayed with me down on my knees.
I'd like to shake the hand that reached
Out a hand to the hand that reached out to me.
I'd like to meet the preacher who prayed
For the preacher who prayed with me down on my knees.
I'd like to shake the hand that reached
Out a hand to the hand that reached out to me.
I'd like to shake the hand that reached
Out a hand to the hand that reached out to me.
Yes he reached out...
Yes he reached out to me.