Father

Take that little pen knife in your hands
Make the same mistakes again and again
I go to church in a little town
In my own little place where I lie on the ground

And I ask forgiveness for what I've done
And I beg forgiveness for whats to come
I guess you could say I'm not a happy man
But I declare my war right here in the sand

Blessed is the good lord that looks after me
Blessed is his kingdoms that I will see
Blessed are the faithful that walk in his light
Welcome his grace, to hate is your right

Oh-oh-oooh-oh-oh, oh-oh-oooh-oh-oh
Oh-oh-oooh oooh oooh-oh-oh

Oh-ooooh-oh I'm singing praise be our lord
Oh-ooooh-oh I'm singing praise be our lord

Now I don't know what will come of me
If black or blue will make me bleed
Might go down to the river or a hanging tree
Or maybe I'll climb, try one more time



Credits
Writer(s): Darren Thompson, Italo Lamboglia Garnica, Saxon Thompson
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