Isaac
Sometimes people just get tired
Of cussing, fussing and being confused
They understand love
But don’t understand why it isn't
Being used
And they’ve walked away so many times
Searching for peace of mind
Knowing that sanity and insanity are thin lines
So when they throw up their hands
After they’ve done their best
God will come right in
And give them rest
For their mind, body and soul
He’ll take control
And lift the load
God’s ways are not our ways
Nor His thoughts our thoughts
So with that
I’ll forget about all the oughts
For His ways are perfect (Per- Fect)
And the stage is set
And I’ll say “YES LORD!”
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