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His Will Be Done

There's a train lies awaiting
For my daughter and I
Areal in the making
Warm tears in my eye
The most precious of hearts
The purest of souls
As Oliver Twist
Our bare Begging bowl

       Chorus
It is Love eternal rafts my tome
No house no flat to call our home
Friends near and far
A treasure each one
In a world not worth li ing
His Will Be Done

To trust un another
Who falls short as a Dad
Who's  sisters and brother
Consider him mad
He does all he's able
Only God's on his side
As Jesus his saviour
Condemned, crucified

       Chorus

Crucified, yet unbroken
On Calvarys Hill
Olanzipine dreams
The bitterest pill
For a cure to be found
Help me carry my cross
No lights on the shore
Lord, I'm struggling and lost

So take your best shot
In a world worth the living
No ifs, buts nor maybes
Know that you'll be forgiven
With God on your side
Climb your Calvarys Hill
And know in the end
What you've done is His will

       Chorus repeat

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