Amen
to God's
plans
yeah
as long as
he keeps me
in his hands
yeah
no quicksand
yeah
i wanna stand
in
i think i cam
land
yeah
if i jump
in a swamp
like a chump
and fall
on my romp
BUT GOD
is
my stomp
yes, he is
my tree trunk
yeah, he is
my heavenly hunk
to look at
when so-called friends
kick me in the back
yeah,
which is so wack
but true
yeah
I am
still
searching for new
un the hurtful blue
skies
yeah my tearful eyes
still yearn
to surprise
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