What God Can Do
We were eight years old
When you decided to tell me
How we had arrived on Earth
The birds and the bees
You laughed and you laughed
As I lost respect for every parent
How could God have done this
This was not at all apparent
I cupped two tiny hands
Prayed to God and asked
"How can moms and dads
Get naked to complete this task?"
Oh, it was the silliest thing
Please let this not be true
But when eight-year-olds pray
There's little that God can do
That same year we saw ink
Splattered on our report cards red
You had failed, but you were fearless
I was enveloped by fear and dread
Children do the silliest things
Prayed for the pain to conclude
But when eight-year-olds pray
There's little that God can do
As April thundered forward
And so did our plans to flee
Five times a day, every Friday, too
We sought protection from enemies
We thought of the silliest things
Praying, fasting, 'til the full moon
But when eight-year-olds pray
There's little that God can do
Every single summer coin we saved
Starved ourselves each weekday
Fried and boiling delicacies beckoned
But we prayed and turned away
Oh, we did do the silliest of things
Praying for an opportunity soon
But when eight-year-olds pray
There's little that God can do
Eleven months and eleven days
Of a year spent in pain
You were fearless as always
As we headed out into the rain
We did the silliest thing!
Praying against a storm so cruel
But when eight-year-olds pray
There's little that God can do
Drenched in lightning
Swayed by thunder
We prayed for dear life
And held on to each other
Children are the silliest of things!
Reciting every prayer we knew
But when eight-year-olds pray
There's little that God can do
Without warning, your body fell
We had barely walked a hundred feet
Pummeled by the weight of the storm
I drowned amongst the concrete
How could we do such silly things?
I prayed one last time for you
But when eight-year-olds pray
What can even God really do?
But when eight-year-olds pray
What can even God really do?
What can even God really do?
What can even God really do?
When you decided to tell me
How we had arrived on Earth
The birds and the bees
You laughed and you laughed
As I lost respect for every parent
How could God have done this
This was not at all apparent
I cupped two tiny hands
Prayed to God and asked
"How can moms and dads
Get naked to complete this task?"
Oh, it was the silliest thing
Please let this not be true
But when eight-year-olds pray
There's little that God can do
That same year we saw ink
Splattered on our report cards red
You had failed, but you were fearless
I was enveloped by fear and dread
Children do the silliest things
Prayed for the pain to conclude
But when eight-year-olds pray
There's little that God can do
As April thundered forward
And so did our plans to flee
Five times a day, every Friday, too
We sought protection from enemies
We thought of the silliest things
Praying, fasting, 'til the full moon
But when eight-year-olds pray
There's little that God can do
Every single summer coin we saved
Starved ourselves each weekday
Fried and boiling delicacies beckoned
But we prayed and turned away
Oh, we did do the silliest of things
Praying for an opportunity soon
But when eight-year-olds pray
There's little that God can do
Eleven months and eleven days
Of a year spent in pain
You were fearless as always
As we headed out into the rain
We did the silliest thing!
Praying against a storm so cruel
But when eight-year-olds pray
There's little that God can do
Drenched in lightning
Swayed by thunder
We prayed for dear life
And held on to each other
Children are the silliest of things!
Reciting every prayer we knew
But when eight-year-olds pray
There's little that God can do
Without warning, your body fell
We had barely walked a hundred feet
Pummeled by the weight of the storm
I drowned amongst the concrete
How could we do such silly things?
I prayed one last time for you
But when eight-year-olds pray
What can even God really do?
But when eight-year-olds pray
What can even God really do?
What can even God really do?
What can even God really do?
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