Box of Prayers
There’s work to do
We must be on our way
Souls to save all are waiting
For my box of prayers
I have a string tied around it
And carry It with a stick
It’s a lot easier when you walk
The tracks to have it on a stick
Things get tricky when a train comes
Round the bend and you’re carrying it
With both hands
That’s why I have a string and a stick
The sinners don’t care as long as I
Can read them a prayer from heaven
And receive their souls
To be served up hot to go
To Jesus our Lord
Who runs a BBQ stand
Down on 4th and Eldorado
He lets me stand on his car sometimes
So I can preach the words of Jesus
Or just talk in tongues if I get the notion
I know he is Jesus cause it says so on his
Driver license and he has scars on his hands and feet.
I love him so and he loves my box of prayers
He says that God brought us together
And if he was to have a sister I would be she
Sister of Jesus…now ain’t that something?
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