This portable is to praise the Lord
It wields a song like a sword
I hope my lyrics reflect
That the word must be direct
But the truth is hard to accept
Oh
I pray
Don't want to be a stumbling block again
I wait
For the day that the kingdom of God's
At hand
Fate passes over
Outside of my command
But when the angel looks on the page
The book of life mentions my name
What's the point of debate
When faith shoehorns the narrowest gate
Ch-4 ever
I try to musically devote
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Each and every single note
I hope my lyrics project
That the word must be direct
But the truth is hard to expect
I pray
Don't want to be a stumbling block again
I wait
For the day that the kingdom of God's
At hand
Fate passes over
Outside of my command
But when the angel looks on the page
The book of life mentions my name
What's the point of debate
When faith shoehorns the narrowest gate
I pray
Don't want to be a stumbling block again
I wait
For the day that the kingdom of God's
At hand
Fate passes over
Outside of my command
But when the angel looks on the page
The book of life mentions my name
What's the point of debate
When faith shoehorns the narrowest gate