Gentle Jesus

This song is a reminder that fighting fire with fire is not always the way to go ;-) Song made with the help of DEEPSEEK and SUNO. Gentle Jesus lyrics (Intro) Nou fè lwa yo rele ou... Sante. Nan mitan lannuit, nan mitan van an, se pa Bondye k ap mache... se mizè k ap rive. ________________________________________ (Verse 1) The sunset bled across the pines, a chill with no reason why. The mirror showed a face I know, but my reflection seemed to wait. On the back of my own neck, I felt the cold breath of a hate. (Pre-Chorus) Then the wind changed direction, carried whispers from the trees. I hear the rattle, feel the pull... (Chorus) There’s something wrong in the air tonight, a shadow where the moon should be. I hear the evil chants in the distant light, they’re calling out for me. I fall down to my knees, a whisper in the coming gale, “Gentle Jesus, Meek and mild, look upon a humble child, suffer me to come to Thee, Amen.” ________________________________________ (Verse 2) I drove to where the old magic sold, to trade my fear for some thread. I walked inside, my nerves a wreck, and stood before the one I fled. The same hands grinding that root away, had set this curse to follow through. I hear the rattle, feel the pull... (Chorus) There’s something wrong in the air tonight, a shadow where the moon should be. I hear the evil chants in the distant light, they’re calling out for me. I fall down to my knees, a whisper in the coming gale, “Gentle Jesus, Meek and mild, look upon a humble child, suffer me to come to Thee, Amen.” ________________________________________ (Bridge) She leaned across the counter, said, “I’ll bind the curse I laid on you, with another, thrice as strong. A little death to see you through.” ________________________________________ (Final Verse) I saw the truth inside her eyes, to fight a fire with fire’s lies just leaves ashes everywhere. I turned my back, walked through the door. I’d rather face what I must feel, than become what I abhor. (Final Chorus) There’s something wrong in the air tonight, a weight I was born to hold. I hear the evil chants, and I know I’m right, a man can’t sell his soul. I stand up straight and face the veil, let the final silence fall, “Gentle Jesus, Meek and mild, look upon a humble child, suffer me to come to Thee, Amen.” ________________________________________ (Outro) ...se pa Bondye k ap mache... ...Sante...