 I said I wasn't gonna tell nobody, but I couldn't keep it to myself. Oh, I couldn't keep it to myself. Oh, I couldn't keep it to myself. I said I wasn't gonna tell nobody, but I couldn't keep it to myself. What the Lord has done for me, you ought to been there. When God saved my soul, you ought to been there. When she placed my name on the roll, I started walking. I started talking. I started singing. I started shouting. Oh, what the Lord has done for me. Over bursting up, showering down, celestial condensation, saturated drench, soaked, drowning love, grace, mercy, and liberating love. So good love that it feeds you up to love yourself when nobody knows the trouble I see. Kind of love, love somebody else kind of love. When they've been shot out, left out, counted out, and kicked out. Love so rich it restores the disinherited and sets counters free. This love right here, you gotta tell somebody about it love. Can't keep it to yourself kind of love because it's a sin to keep this wonderous, beautiful, and mysterious love to yourself. People are waiting for this kind of love. Tell it, tell it, tell it everywhere you go. Don't keep it to yourself, let it burst up overflow kind of love. Because by telling it, that's love too.