Don'T You Worry Bout My Soul

Don't you worry bout my soul Til you've been down all my lonely roads And gauged the weight of my full load Don't you worry bout my soul . I see you on the tv conning, talking squawking walking like you really care about me and my kind You cry your tears like a crocodile empty eyes phony smile, To me I plainly see you're clearly blind So don't you worry bout my kind . . . I see everything just fine You're busy yelling and a tellin me all the things you think you can see, going on in this ol world you think ain't right Get the beam on out of your own eye, til you've listened to the children cry, hungry and tormented in the night Don't you worry bout my eyes . . . I'm seeing everything just fine . Don't you worry bout my ears Cause you've been deaf for many years I don't need some deaf man tellin me what I should hear or how to be, when he is only playing on my fears So don't you worry bout my ears . . . I hear your deafness loud and clear . Don't you worry bout my mind Though it gets misplaced from time to time But I think I know what courage means, how heartache feels, when freedom rings And I know that I am running out of time So don't you worry bout my mind . . . I think I'll get along just fine . Don't you worry bout my soul Cause I met the Master long ago And the one you portray Him to be Is not the same One known to me The One Who made me free so long ago So don't you worry bout my soul. . Mathew 15:14