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Politics, aerobics, arithmetic;
All of this commuted reconvicts;
Genocide, homicides, what's in it for all you guys;
Run and hide, ,, alibi
Just confided, must be nine
No it is, it's mine
Denomination must be graven;
Religion religious programming;
Regional back firing;
All of this I desire;
Comfort right, can you give me time;
Lord, I've had it up the here;
I've been empty, want to be filled;
So go on. . .
You filled me up;
you brought me out;
you placed your love in me;
you filled me up
and placed your saving grace inside of me;


Unemployed, no unions;
Mothers fighting daughters over their delusions;
Father's no longer here;
Sons no longer fear;
Where is the rest;
The rest is in
Where is the best
The best is here;
Standing on the streets at night so out of sight;
Grown up too soon can't rely on anyone, anything, anyway what's right?
I'm running out of steam grown up to soon;
Still don't believe man went to the moon;
All of this I desire, Lord;
Comfort ride can you give me time;
I'm on the line bout' to fall;
come fill me up again, Lord. . .
so go on
and fill me up
and bring me out
and place your love in me
continue to fill me up
and place your grace in me

written by James Edward Lee Sr. (c)2012
from anthology "There's Praise In song" (c)2012
Sept 25 2012

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