Tell me your stories about revival
I want to hear them all
About you slain out in the spirit
about the fires on the wall.
Sundays haven’t done that for me
I’m still a stranger about to fall
Oh, can you tell me why
the light looks dim and I’m so small?
Tell me your stories about revival
I want to hear them all
About the hope from the altar
And the devil’s brawl.
I’ve seen your conviction
and the aisles turned dance hall
But damn, it’s so hard
To feel hope through it all.
Tell me your stories about revival
how you’ve prayed for the call
threw your cigarettes in the trash
and committed to the long-haul.
I won’t get to church this Sunday
but I’ll still play tetherball
with a body that’s fragile
and tangled in the drawl.
Southern Wild 