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F' on my garments
We might not parlay but imma take her to the partments
I'm bouta go to work just like what Martin heard from Tommy
My paper don't

Lord You're my shepherd
I have all I need
You let me rest in the meadows
By the peaceful streams
You renew my strength
In my time of need
As I walk

the young lion's roaring
For their ruined pride
When the powerful are broken
His strength is in the quiet

When my soul is weary
Weary with Him
When I can

greatly rejoice in the Lord
My soul shall be joyful in my God
The Lord is my shepherd I shall not want
For my God shall supply all my needs
According to His

Turned my gravel into pavement
To say this life's a battle
Really ain't no understatement
I'm in the faces of mountains moved by the faith and patience
I'm

let them take my soul
Uh, yeah
Don't let 'em take me
Yeah, look

Because we wanna be free
And we balling up our fists 'cause we know Martin had a dream

Catch a cheater by its toes
If she hollers, let 'em go
Eeny, meeny, miny, moe
I swear I'll never sell my soul
Cross my heart, hope to die
'Cause I ain't

competition
Good alone in my section
Realness needs no definition

You can say what you want
This pen is what I flaunt
It's a part of my soul
The story that

Oh I hope you're all well rested
So you can hear my message
You've spent enough time in the dark
Everyone playing their part
Numbing the mind

Feet of Jesus

Steven Curtis Chapman

The Glorious Unfolding

2013

will find my peace and rest
I hear him calling come to me and rest
Carried by my shepherd cradled tightly to His chest
There and there alone my soul

My dreams so Martin Luther
Yo dream is free hookah
So I had to stepback like three Lukas
Hold on aye
Preaching to the masses
While Im teaching

Christ Jesus is the Lord confessed by all the nations
I was dead in sin Lord You came and restored my soul
The Good Shepherd guided this lost sheep

waiting
For it to turn green, what you mean?

My soul is never for sale
My youngin' just did a twelve, he home
He ringing bells wish him well
Me and mines

My shepherd, my leader
My comfort, my healer
My father, my savior
They ask me why why why
They ask me how how how
It's not why, it's not how, it is who

like a dream
Songtexte around the corner I am tickled by a shallow sunbeam
Out of my window I'm observing this jah mystical life
Songtext and thousand

Yeah

Awakened from my slumber by the thunder, lightning clapping
Raining on my window pane and praying I make something happen
A preacher's

a burglar? My wife knows him. He sold us our
furniture. He gave us 10% off.

[Roxie Hart]
Lord knows he ain't got the smarts

[Martin Harrison]
You told me he

sewers where it's stinking
Blood from a tortured soul that's flowing
Fluid through my ink pen
Implying I'm the one, defiance with the gun
What's the point

I've stumbled and fallen so hard
That the stones cut my soul like a knife
But the staff of my Shepherd would reach out for me
And lift me to cool

and white the same. I must be measured by 
my soul. The mind is the standard of the man.

swallowing, engulfing
Devoured by darkness, the blackest speech seeped into his soul
The blood of the serpent leaves him whole
The devouring darkness,

as broken as mine
A soul distorted misguided mind
Thought life crazy
Vision hazy
I was looking for a Savior
But who would save me
Then You came knocking
On my

in His algorithm
God's time is my algorithm
Y'all could have the algorithm
I ain't worried bout FOMO
That's loco
Fear losing my soul
That's no no
If I

Savage
Cause, Devil’s got me locked by the balls
Inside my soul, good and evil fighting a war
Mixed feelings like Remi and cranberry, a man
How will he