I was calling out, you weren’t gone;
I was too far gone,
But you stayed there with me.
Not far away, but still, right there.
I remember the day I was forlorn;
But you didn’t leave me alone,
You were always there, you were present,
Jesus stayed his Spirit never gone
I’m going through hard times
It’s getting me down
People put the knife in
I need to turn around
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The MC talked about his relationship with God
Like he had found a buddy,
Saying, God is my homey brother,
Big Ted when I’m in bed
And suffering with pain,
I go to the man
At the top of the chain
And God heals my pain
In dry pocket there’s a moldy wallet,
Reeked cents more than flash trouser legs.
Stretched out his legs in the backseat row,
Skimped the poor box, couldn’t give another cent,
Stretching out his hands, with tears streaming down, to receive the wooden box, littered with empty shells and coins
All thoughts and songs.
Thank you for water, God—
Spiritual that flows into cracked spaces
Washes our minds
Heals the dry places