Dont Shout Me Down by Rhema Singers and Band Lyrics
[Spoken]
A lady walked up to me saying, Brother, a special gift has been bestowed on me; It’s the gift of rocking back and forth. Dear brother, keep watching me, and if I’m not rocking, then you’re off the beam. Said somebody laid their hand upon her, she looked at me so funny when I said, Sister, I’ve got a special word just for you, that’s called laying empty hands on empty heads
Don’t shout me down just cause I’m preachin good
How come me to get off on a thing like this
Don’t shout me down just ‘cause I’m meddlin
If you can’t say Amen, say, O me
In a revival meetin in anothеr place
I had preached thе Word, made the call
Several fine young couples came to Jesus
They that very night confessed Him Lord
I said to the pastor, Brother did you know them
He said, No, if they got anything, they’ll be back
I closed the meeting down, I couldn’t preach there
Least ways not with an idiot like that
God’s Word teaches healing, faith and miracles
Some so called Christians don’t believe it yet
I stand amazed, some folks are just like concrete
Thoroughly mixed up and to well set
There’s a few in many congregations
For them nothing’s ever smooth for very long
Doubters, unbelievers and fault finders
With a load of slop equipped with a wagging tongue
Some think being sick brings God glory
Pain and strain and poverty as well
Yet the same ones dial the local druggist
Hopin to get well against His so called will
There are folks with notions just that stupid
No one listening now could be like those
If all their brains were dynamite exploded
There wouldn’t be enough to blow their nose
A lady walked up to me saying, Brother, a special gift has been bestowed on me; It’s the gift of rocking back and forth. Dear brother, keep watching me, and if I’m not rocking, then you’re off the beam. Said somebody laid their hand upon her, she looked at me so funny when I said, Sister, I’ve got a special word just for you, that’s called laying empty hands on empty heads
Don’t shout me down just cause I’m preachin good
How come me to get off on a thing like this
Don’t shout me down just ‘cause I’m meddlin
If you can’t say Amen, say, O me
In a revival meetin in anothеr place
I had preached thе Word, made the call
Several fine young couples came to Jesus
They that very night confessed Him Lord
I said to the pastor, Brother did you know them
He said, No, if they got anything, they’ll be back
I closed the meeting down, I couldn’t preach there
Least ways not with an idiot like that
God’s Word teaches healing, faith and miracles
Some so called Christians don’t believe it yet
I stand amazed, some folks are just like concrete
Thoroughly mixed up and to well set
There’s a few in many congregations
For them nothing’s ever smooth for very long
Doubters, unbelievers and fault finders
With a load of slop equipped with a wagging tongue
Some think being sick brings God glory
Pain and strain and poverty as well
Yet the same ones dial the local druggist
Hopin to get well against His so called will
There are folks with notions just that stupid
No one listening now could be like those
If all their brains were dynamite exploded
There wouldn’t be enough to blow their nose