| Oh Lord, you know that I’m not one to bother you with little thi-ings
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| And you and I have never been too-oo close
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| But we’ve always been on speakin' terms
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| I’ve watched you with doin' things
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| And tried to understand you more than most
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| No I haven’t gone to church the way I ought to But I always thought you knew in my own way I worshipped you
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| While even your own children doubt and fail to understand
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| The simple way you go about the things you do
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| I’ve seen the doubt upon the face of loved ones
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| As they sadly placed a wreath of flowers on a tiny grave
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| And wondered why a child is brought into the world
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| To only live a little while and die, you could have saved
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| But I believe that in your eyes this little child was somethin' special
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| And you wanted it to be with you, no doubt
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| So with out-stretched arms you beckoned it so simple that I reckon
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| They can’t understand the way you worked it out
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| Once I saw a young man growin' till he neared the age of knowin'
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| Then I watched as somethin' happened to his mind
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| No doctor could correct it, it was just as I suspected
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| And I marvelled at your way of bein' kind
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| They tried everything in vain and I was there when they explained it To the family, how he slipped into a trance
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| Guess you looked into the future, watched him turn his back upon you
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| Lovin' him so much you couldn’t take the chance
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| It took a lot of love to die, for sinners such as I And I guess that’s why you’ve never given up on me
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| You understood when some denied you and even when they crucified you
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| Knowin' all these things were meant to be-ee
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| For the stable’s such a simple thing, no wonder there were few who came
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| To see a king the night that you were born
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| And I’d ask one favor if I can, help me to better understand
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| The mystery of the wonders You perform, Amen |