Altar Call

There's a place still near my wandering heart
It was there in a dream last night
You would sing those songs on Sunday morning
With a beauty that could make me cry

But there's no song that you could sing
There's no verse that you could read
That altar call might have set your soul free
But it didn't do a thing for me

I swear I can feel your aching prayer
Oh Lord, bring my boy home
That sacred book you raised me on
Still whispers deep in my bones

But there's no song that you could sing
There's no verse that you could read
That altar call might have set your soul free
But it didn't do a thing for me

Remember laughing every time you drove
A little faster over that dip in the road
Singing along to Don Francisco
"He's Alive", always put a thrill in my soul

But there's no song that you could sing
There's no verse that you could read
That altar call might have set your soul free
But it didn't do a thing for me
That altar call might have set your soul free
But it didn't do a thing for me