My God
They call me crazy
In fact, even insane,
But I know this will all be worth it
When I hear you call my name.
I’ll look at you with nothing but joy
And give you a giant hug
Even though I know
I won’t be with a lot of people I love.
“I tried to make them believe me,”
I’ll explain
“But they just didn’t understand,
That every single thing on that earth
Is in your very hands.”
He’ll look at me with love
And hold my hand
And say , "You did well my child,
You took a stand."
I can’t live without my God
Though they’ve made me try
But I could never steal from Him
or try to tell Him a lie.
I hope they’ll soon believe me
That he’s the Way, the Truth, and the Life
I want to be with them forever,
I don’t want them to die.
So I will just keep preaching
And blessing people when I can
because actions speak louder than words
and God blesses those who believe in the lamb.
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