I came upon the river,
I came upon a man all clad in camel’s hair, with a staff held in his hand,
He broke the silence quickly,
He seemed to know my name,
He said, “Boy, keep your shirt on, but let me help take off these chains.”
What kind of man is this?
What kind of man is this?
He said, “Walk right in,” (oh no, it don’t get better)
Walk right in; the water is fine,
The water is fine.
It was a dark day in December,
My skin did feel a chill,
He said, “The water’s safe and warm, it’s just a matter of will.”
I cried, “Who are you, mister? To what do I owe this dream?”
He said “I’m a voice crying in the wilderness; I’ve come to wipe your slate clean.”
What kind of words are these?
And what kind of man is this?
He said, “Walk right in,” (oh no, it don’t get better)
Walk right in; the water is fine,
The water is fine.
You’ve been high and dry, and afraid to get wet,
Take a chance on Jesus and wash your debts,
Now hush your mouth and swallow your pride,
Take a leap in the Jordan and come alive.
Take a leap in the Jordan and come alive,
Take a leap in the Jordan and come alive.
Walk right in, (oh no, it don’t get better)
He said, “Walk right in, the water is fine,”
The water is fine.
You’ve been high and dry, and afraid to get wet,
Take a chance on Jesus and wash your debts,
Now hush your mouth and swallow your pride,
Take a leap in the Jordan and come alive.
Come alive,
The water is fine,
Ooh, it feels fine,
Take a leap in the Jordan and come alive,
Take a leap in the Jordan and come alive,
Take a leap in the Jordan and come alive, (so fine, feels so fine)
Oh, so fine,
Take a leap in the Jordan and come alive,
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