Tribute to John Wesley written and performed by Robin Mark. Dedicated to the Methodists from up north dressed in red shirts this night. Recorded live on July 24, 2009 at North Syracuse Baptist Church in Syracuse New York. this is an exclusive that is approved by Robin for display on you tube. John Wesley, Michael W. Smith, Steven Curtis Chapman, and Paul Baloche and Robin Mark appear through special permission of the main man. Looking of meaning to life, link to www.ChristCommunityUMC.com Complete sing along lyrics included. This video shows Robins sense of human and genuine personal communication with his audiences. Robin and Band played a 90 min concert on this night. This is the location where Robin recorded his 2009 live CD. Many say this is his finest CD to date. complete lyrics: John Wesley by Robin Mark Michael W. Smith writes a very nice song So does Steve Curtis Chapman he moves it along And that nice Paul Baloche with his neat well trimmed beard But my favorite of all, is John Wesley Well the orchestra played and the choir sweetly sang A song about freedom and losing your chains So I strolled to the front when the service had ended Saying who wrote that song? Why John Wesley So I asked Reverend Bob if it would be alright For John to lead worship on some Sunday night And surprisingly he agreed that it might He said go ahead son, book John Wesley. So John Wesley is coming to my church On the third Sunday night in July Reverend Bob gave me a telephone number I rang it and spoke to some guy He said sure John would love to Ill tell him Though his attitude did not impress me Still a promise is a promise, so I put up a sign Saying, coming next Sunday, John Wesley Youve got to shout it out, especially you in the balcony Still a promise is a promise, so I put up a sign Saying, coming next Sunday, John Wesley Well the day finally came apprehension was high No one noticed the horse in the car park outside Reverend Bob stood to speak on delusion and pride When in through the door came John Wesley Now Ill be first to admit, he did not look too fine I guess you could say the years had not been kind For his clothes were all dusty and he had a weird smile When he turned he said,Hi, Im John Wesley Then the next thing we heard a calamitous roar As the whole congregation fled out through the door Reverend Bob took a shortcut, out the window he soared Leaving me and a few kids with John Wesley So John Wesley is coming to my church On the third Sunday night in July Reverend Bob gave me a telephone number I rang it and spoke to some guy He said sure John would love to Ill tell him Though his attitude did not impress me Still a promise is a promise, so I put up a sign Saying, coming next Sunday, John Wesley Well I bade him good day, and all that sort of thing But he motioned be silent, and he started to sing, About Sweet love divine, and the birth of a King for these were the songs of John Wesley Oh for 1,000 tongues, my Redeemer be praised And can it be that I should gain, An interest in, the Lamb who was slain Oh we sang along with, John Wesley And the last thing he said was a word to the wise Pride and cynical heart, the Lord will always despise But the faith, of a child, precious still in his eyes, And He might even send you, John Wesley For John Wesley is coming to my church On the third Sunday night in July Reverend Bob gave me a telephone number I rang it and spoke to some guy He said sure John would love to, Ill tell him Though his attitude did not impress me Still a promise is a promise, so I put up a sign Saying, coming next Sunday, John Wesley

• published: 22 Aug 2009
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