Jason
Had to go to church in seventh grade,
Too cool to sing, too tough to pray.
Sat on the back row with all my friends.
And I remember watching Jason.
Jason was slow, but he loved to sing.
He’d clap his hands and dance like an Indian.
Every sunday when that organ played,
He’d sing his heart out while we sat back and said,
Oh, Jason sing.
Oh Jason
CHORUS:
And with the fire burning deep inside, Jason sing.
The one that children light and learn to hide, Jason sing.
And with the freedom down in your soul
That the wise men seek and the fools just know, Jason sing.
Jason sing.
I liked Jason. It wasn’t hard.
Something about him would catch us all off guard,
Sitting in the back, bored with everything.
Then he’d just open up and make us all want to sing.
Oh, Jason sing.
Oh Jason
CHORUS
BRIDGE:
I’d look up on a Sunday morning
While they were saying the prayer.
And I’d see Jason smiling up at Heaven
Like he knew somebody there.
I was just a kid when Jason died.
But I sat on the back row of that church and I cried.
I think of him sometimes when we sing
ANd pray that someday, I’ll sing like Jason.
Oh, Jason sing.
Oh Jason
CHORUS
Written by Jim Weber
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