Young was I, a dream

Came to me

I stood over

A river filled with corruption

And death

My thought were trouble

In side of me

For all I could see

Was river lost to sea?

No hope it offer me

Crusted with sin of world

I heard a cry .from a mountain top

a Man with smile, small in frame

Yelling at me

I am Paul the apostle

Follow me as I follow Christ

So high he was

On the mountain

So in rich in his love

He call me, I am Paul the apostle

I yearn to claim the mountain

To see the river fade in side of me

His voice

Reaching down

Like a rope

Follow me as I follow Christ

His smile found my heart

For in this dream time will be tough

Hard ship will come

But I will follow Jesus

Like Paul