I Have Been Thinking About The Lord

I have been thinking about the Lord.

And I feel in him I have found a friend.

But, my God is not your God.

And we are very different.

I pray by dancing to soul in the kitchen,

while you beg me to attend Sunday Service.

I do not ask for him when I am desperate.

Though, I know I may always be a patient.

I raise my hand to the Lord

because he never raises his voice at me.

And I know he will love me with a smile

or when I am dying on my knees.

When I am ready to live

or when I am ready to leave.

He will reach out his hand to me

and I will be ready.

I have been thinking about the Lord recently.

And he looks a lot like my father.I have been thinking about the Lord.

And I feel in him I have found a friend.

But, my God is not your God.

And we are very different.

I pray by dancing to soul in the kitchen,

while you beg me to attend Sunday Service.

I do not ask for him when I am desperate.

Though, I know I may always be a patient.

I raise my hand to the Lord

because he never raises his voice at me.

And I know he will love me with a smile

or when I am dying on my knees.

When I am ready to live

or when I am ready to leave.

He will reach out his hand to me

and I will be ready.

I have been thinking about the Lord recently.

And he looks a lot like my father.