Saved
I was blinded by the devil, Born already ruined, Stone-cold dead As I stepped out of the womb. By His grace I have been touched, By His word I have been healed, By His hand I've been delivered, By His spirit I've been sealed.
By His truth I can be upright, By His strength I do endure, By His power I've been lifted, In His love I am secure. He bought me with a price, Freed me from the pit, Full of emptiness and wrath And the fire that burns in it.
Nobody to rescue me, Nobody would dare, I was going down for the last time, But by His mercy I've been spared. Not by works, But by faith in Him who called, For so long I've been hindered, For so long I've been stalled.
I've been saved By the blood of the lamb,
And I'm so glad.
Thank You, Lord.
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The following is a excerpt from a Rolling Stone article from the time period. This proves once again that people do not want you for who you are, rather what they want you to be.
Though producers Jerry Wexler and Barry Beckett gave Dylan one of the cleanest sounds of his career - and Dire Straits' Mark Knopfler contributed the most lyrical electric guitar lines ever to grace a Dylan album - the result seemed curiously embalmed: a record bereft of the rhythmic exuberance that has always characterized this artist's best work. The songs themselves were graceless and chilly in their selfrighteous certitude. Bob Dylan, whose search for modern moral connections once summed up an entire generation, had found the Answer: 'Repent, for the end is near.
Saved, for me, is one of his best efforts. The lyrics have a rythym of their own and have a simple, undeniable truth to them.