Old Time Fire

Lyrics

[Verse]
He stands at the pulpit, his eyes ablaze,
Speaking of sins in these modern days.
With a Bible that's worn, edges frayed and curled,
He's shaking the gospel at a wayward world.

[Chorus]
Old time fire, his voice like a storm,
Calling lost souls to repentance and form.
He don’t sugarcoat; he won’t play nice,
Preaching the truth at any price.

[Verse 2]
His sermons cut deep like a plow through the field,
Truth shines sharp as his words are revealed.
In his weathered hands, the Good Book’s firm,
A firebrand preacher making heartstrings burn.

[Chorus]
Old time fire, his voice like a storm,
Calling lost souls to repentance and form.
He don’t sugarcoat; he won’t play nice,
Preaching the truth at any price.

[Bridge]
Some say he's harsh, but his burden’s real,
He can’t help the passion his heart feels.
He’s chasing the sheep one fiery plea,
Hoping to set more captives free.

[Verse 3]
In the little wood church beneath a torn steeple,
He's warning the prideful, praying for his people.
Through the sweat and the shouting, his voice won’t tire,
This angry preacher's fueled by holy fire.