by Gary Chapman  There is a river running through this town  It carries the water  There isn't any way to slow it down  Or make it stop  I was a baby when the big bridge fell  So I don't remember  But I have listened to the stories well  And so I know  They were falling  To the surface  They were calling  To their God  And their cry was  Sweet Jesus, please won't you catch us, save us  Sweet Jesus, please won't you hear us crying  Fishing for luck beneath the bridge that day  A man in his eighties  He saw it happen and began to pray  As he dove in  He found a mother and a baby boy  They both wouldn't make it  The mama handed him her only joy  He took the child  Then he was swimming  Like he was twenty  He made shoreline  Then he died  And his thoughts were  Sweet Jesus, please won't you catch us, save us  Sweet Jesus, please won't you hear us crying  He was crying  I miss my mother and the brave old man  Though I never knew them  They are the soul inside the man I am  I bear their dreams  And I am walking  In their footsteps  I am talking  To their God  And my cry is  Sweet Jesus, please won't you catch us, save us  Sweet Jesus, please won't you hear us crying  Sweet Jesus, please won't you catch us, save us  Sweet Jesus, please won't you hear us crying  We're all crying  There is a river running through this town  It carries the water  There isn't any way to slow it down  Or make it stop