| Tongue tied, nerves as big as boulders
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| Why Mom, I thought I was your soldier
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| My brother sits by me
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| Buckled into the carseat
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| Feel the thirst, it’s time for pulling over
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| Into the truckstop on my daddy’s shoulder
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| Out back where they plant all the trees
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| Ten feet away my daddy buries me
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| GOD’S PRESENTS
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| If my path be smooth or rugged
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| If with thorns or roses strewn
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| Where I go the Father seeith
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| And He will leave me not alone
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| If I take the wings of morning
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| Far within the giant sea
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| Even there His hand will leave me
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| Even there my God will be
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| Though the gloom of night be round me
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| Though I cannot see my way
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| Yet the Lord will see and guide me
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| Because unto Him the night is day
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| If my thought are good or evil
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| Set me think to hide them not
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| There is one above all seeing
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| And He beholdth every thought
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| And ever more my eyes beholds me
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| And all my ways to Him are known
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| And His loving arms enfolds me
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| He will leave me not alone
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| God’s Presents was written by Blanche Bridge on February 11, 1884 |