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George Jones – Just a Little Talk With Jesus [Live]

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Introduction

Imagine yourself in a quiet room, the only light coming from a flickering candle, as the first soothing notes of “Just a Little Talk With Jesus” begin to play. This gospel song, deeply rooted in the tradition of heartfelt prayer and spiritual redemption, has a way of reaching into the very soul of those who listen. Originally penned by Cleavant Derricks, a renowned composer of gospel music, this song has echoed through the halls of churches and the hearts of the faithful for decades.

The magic of “Just a Little Talk With Jesus” lies in its simple yet profound message: the power of personal communication with the divine. Its lyrics speak of releasing burdens through prayer and finding a renewed sense of hope. What makes this song special isn’t just its lyrical depth, but the genuine comfort it offers, much like a warm, reassuring hand on the shoulder in times of need.

Each verse builds upon the last, a musical crescendo mirroring the growing assurance and peace that comes from spiritual conversation. The song’s enduring popularity is a testament to its ability to touch a universal chord—everyone, at some point, seeks solace and understanding, and this song acts as a musical bridge to those emotions.

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Lyrics

I once was lost in sin, but Jesus took me in
And let a little light from heaven fills my soul.
He bathed my heart in love, and He wrote my name above
And just a little talk with Jesus makes me whole.

(Now let us) have a little talk with Jesus
(Let us) tell Him all about our troubles
(He will) hear our fainted cry
(He will) answer by and by
(When you) feel a little prayer wheel turning
(And you) will know a little fire is burnin’
(You will) find a little talk with Jesus makes it right.

I may have doubts and fears, my eye be filled with tears
But Jesus is a friend who watches day and night
I go to him in prayer, He knows my every care
And just a little talk with my Jesus make it right.

(Now let us) have a little talk with Jesus
(Let us) tell Him all about our troubles
(He will) hear our fainted cry
(He will) answer by and by
(When you) feel a little prayer wheel turning
(And you) will know a little fire is burnin’
(You will) find a little talk with Jesus makes it right.

And just a little talk with Jesus makes it right…

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