The Quick and the Dead - John Lucas

I’ve waited years

By the water’s side

For angels

To come and stir the water’s tide

But the quickest men

Have passed me every time

And no angel

Has yet to toss a single dime

Oh Jesus

When will you come again?

For I’ve seen no hope

In the eyes of crippled men

Oh it seems

That we’re all quick or we’re dead

There’s no mercy here

At this water’s head

You don’t have to wait, you don’t have to wait

You don’t have to wait, for these waters to be stirred

You don’t have to wait, you don’t have to wait

You don’t have to wait, for these waters to be stirred

For these waters to be stirred

For these waters to be stirred

For these waters to be stirred

For these waters to be stirred

For these waters to be stirred