Clinton Collins & The Creekboys: Music

• MP3 short clip, hi-fi play (broadband)

This song I wrote after seeing a picture of my Mom & Dad, during a tragic time in their life, being baptize. It's the same river that I learned to swim and where their faith was acknowledged.

I crossed the ancient river
To get to the other side
Sand filled my pockets
Teardrops filled my eyes
It's not what you wash in
That cleanses your soul
But the things that you believe
That will not let you go

Hallelu hallelujah
We must all cross the river
Hallelu

As a boy I would swim here
And float around the bend
But now I'm going under
I recognized my sin
I'm drenched in the spirit
I'm filled up to the brim
My joy is overflowing
Like these river banks have been

chorus

Tell my grandson
What grandpa believes
That Jesus is the Savior
Who sets the captives free
And tell that old river
That flows endlessly
To carry all my heartaches
To the bottom of the sea

Chorus
2/15/05