| I listen to the Trumpet of Jesus
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| While the world hears a different sound
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| I march to the drumbeat of God Almighty
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| While the others just wander around
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| I’m a member of the Holy Ghost traveling band
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| We’re moving on up to a better land
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| I hear the voice of the Supernatural singing
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| Like only those who know Him can
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| One sweet sound makes
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| A whole world of difference
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| When the world seems indifferent to you
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| His Melody of love calls you to be great
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| When marking time was all you thought you could do
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| So if you’ve been playing all your days by ear
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| Never knowing what your song was to be
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| Then pull up a chair, let down your hair
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| And take a few lessons from me
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| A spiritual fanfare has a sound all it’s own
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| At the birth of a lasting song
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| It’s been two thousand years since Jesus was born
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| And still the celebration goes on
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| If you feel the need to get your life in tune
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| 'Cause you’re tired of the derdge every day
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| Then turn yourself around
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| Put your feet on the ground
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| And just hear what I have to say |