First time that I met Jesus
Wasn't on a mountain top high
It was down in the Valley of the Shadow
Wishin' and a hopin' I would die
The second time that I met Jesus
Wasn't in his Glory in the sky
He was out on the streets of the city
Holdin' some boy's Mama as she cried
The next time that I met Jesus
I swore that I would never be the same
I'd spend my days in search of truth and justice
And sing my songs in praise of His name
The last time that I'll meet Jesus
As the Holy scripture has told
It will be in the house of His Father
In a city where the streets are paved in gold
