I come; to ask'
This time has called me.'
And if the Lord He is for me? I from
the land of iron men.' Moulded in the
outback, where horizons bend.' Where the heat is as; is a second skin
And the rain when it comes, is in tons of its
Volume and by great din.' Where steel is
in the spine of folk, where the women
are also ready.' and we don't always joke.' If God hits
Me with a spade..Then thats the call' yet i'll
Stand by my countrymen ' one for all ' by Jove' and I call your name, In respect 'will you observe a nation, that prizes honesty and
Larrakin love in oceons..No not perfect.' Yet i'll reckon
They'll come good..Not like you, but no one earth man could.' So I come to ask.? Will you cut e'm some slack..? That we may endure for when your Son comes back.' I know He'll be landing on the mount of olives..Yet if He'll spare some time.? As no
More is He that man of sorrows.' I'd like to
Walk with Him on ninety mile beach
Divine).' Maybe He'd raise that fallen column.? I know He'll teach' I am His work He raised me right there' where hearts are true and
emotions can be rare.' Such are my true
requests.'
Lord help me fight for my land, as long
as there's good wine; in the Hunter
its well worth it, i reckon still; to stand,
All in your time.!
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