This time she'd drawn a line that he was never
The road is long
With many a winding turn
That leads us
Before the threads of time began
Was pre-ordained a mighty plan
That
I was lost in indecision
In the corridors of purpose
We do a pretty good job of throwing sticks and
So many preachers
So many churches and denominations
Got their opinions and
You can live your life in a different world
Spend
You've got it made
So they say you do
Don't
Just beneath the rafters
In a church of stone
Laid a stained
Oh Lord
Sometimes You seem unfair
If You really love
Flee like a bird
To your mountain
For the wicked bend their