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How you gonna get across the water,
don't know, then hit the truth harder,
my thought's get in good with the Father,
but you might say "Ladie,
I never did see eye to eye with my dady,"
Mi compadre this is sad, si,
But I'm glad that God's titles are more than three,
He's the creator of all, can you relate with that,
have you remixed a wall, or crocheted a mat,
or maybe you think God don't understand tender things,
God say's, I'm the mother hen, come gather under my wings,
but who's the boss, He's the boss,
the Righteous King of Kings,

God is not a juju, you can throw money to,
so that He will do, the things that you want Him to,
watch out if you play, be careful how you deal,
His eyes are eyes that see, and His holiness is real,
He wears a clean robe,
He does not take bribes,
love and trust him, and He'll make you his bride,
if He decides, he wants to let you ride, but don't forget,
it's His chariot, and He could through you outside,
you think I'm joking? reverence is tright?
then let's expound upon the scriptures and gaze upon the Light.

display, display, display glory,
let me tell you about God,
He made the all around and,
in His wake, all that's fake falls down,
the amazing is not in the structures of the town,
but of organic universes flowing underground,
the concert of stars, with there irrefutable, beautiful silent sound,
pounding in that we are tiny, compared to God that abounds,
please take a moment to look at the trees,
He's made something special in each of these, each one's leaves,
responds to the breeze, and we must perceive,
God want's a response when there are so many signs to receive.

still at the table

Some people say, loves a little game we play,
the ones who take the odds away, are the broken hearts,
I choose to stay, at the table anyway, hoping it may still pay,
despite all the wasted cards,
slowly taking it in,
I've folded my hand, but I still plan to win,

I feel its too much to let go.