Jesus Make Up My Dying Bed-Kelly Joe Phelps

Jesus Make Up My Dying Bed (traditional) I said a prayer Jesus Christ sat a-weeping But I meant not to pine That time receiver now was in my ear Well that dont soothe my life That dont soothe my eye Singing Aye, aye, aye Bring him on up easy I cant bring him on up Aye, aye, aye No, I can't bring him on up easy Jesus come make up my dying bed They was all crying and weeping And Im saying That He ain't Lord Then they on Friday evening Yeah found him hanging on a cross There he was hanging there on a cross Then on a Friday evening Hear the Lord weep and moan Saying his disciples Carry my body home Carry my body home He sang that Lord, Lord, Lord and I done gone up; I have Brang him home, brang him home I was laying there I was dead and buried Somebody said that I was lost Then when I got down, when I got down in joy Had to find my man and I did cross Had to find my man now I did cross Had to find my man, I did cross We sang, Aye, aye, aye Well I done gone over and I Well I done gone Aye, aye, aye I know that I done gone He gonna make up my dying bed Jesus make up my dying bed Jesus make up my dying, my dying bed