Text: Chris Filer. When It Don't Come Easy. The River.

It was Sunday
The whole church was gathered
Down on the banks of the Ohio River
We were all there
For my baptizing
I took my shoes off and waded on in

And when that preacher
Was taking me under
Oh the choir was singing something like this

CHORUS:

Let the river wash over me
Let the water rise and make me clean
Father, Son, Holy Spirit
Set me free
Let the river wash over me

It?s been years now
Since that sweet morning
My soul was flooded and I came up shouting
I still go back when I get discouraged
And I need reminding of that glorious day

And when that preacher
Was taking me under
Oh my heart was singing something like this