by Cecil Billingsley & Jeff Joslin
I was high up on a mountaintop, talking with the Lord my God.
And I asked Him could I stay there, and be with Him awhile.
He said no, you’ve got to go, back to where you came from.
So much there, that’s left for you, work that needs to be done.
You gotta heal the sick, feed the hungry, and bring me a cool, drink of water.
I was way down by the waterside, when I saw my Lord out walkin’.
So I asked Him could I stay there, and walk with Him awhile.
He said no, you’ve got to go, back to where you came from.
So much there, that’s left for you, work that needs to be done.
You gotta heal the sick, feed the hungry, and bring me a cool, drink of water.
“And if you give just a cup of cold water to the least of my followers,”
Jesus said, “You will surely be rewarded…”
I was in the heart of the city, death and dyin’ all around.
I said Lord. I said Lord! I can’t take it any more.
Won’t you please? Won’t you please?
Take me home. Please take me home!
He said no son, no son, no! You’re right, where you, belong!
Now heal the sick, feed the hungry, and bring me a cool, drink of water.
Yes my Lord said, Bring me water!
A cold cup of water! Cold, clear water!
Won’t you bring me water?
Won’t you bring me water, now?
Won’t you bring them water?
Won’t you bring them water, now?
