Every time I feel the spirit
Movin’ in my heart
I will pray
Every time I feel the spirit
Movin’ in my heart
I will pray
Up on the mountains my Lord spoke
Out of His mouth came fire and smoke
Looked all around me, it looked so fine
I asked the Lord could it be mine
Every time I feel the spirit
Movin’ in my heart I will pray
Every time I feel the spirit
Movin' in my heart I will pray
The Jordan river is chilly and cold.
It chills the body but not the soul.
There ain’t but one
train upon this track.
It runs to heaven and then right back.
Every time I feel the spirit
Movin’ in my heart I will pray
Every time I feel the spirit
Movin' in my heart I will pray
Dave can’t help but sing this very old song every time the Jordan River is referenced. Today we visited the site of Jesus’ baptism and tried to imagine the Jordan River a whole lot wider and cleaner than it is today. The Jordan River shrinks in size every year and gets a bit more polluted, but our appreciation for the chance to stand on its banks was heartfelt.
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