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At a point in your life god is gonna be a word No different than mustard, couch, bagel At a point in your life god is No longer gonna be a word No different than love mercy justice prayer
The Egyptians made a golden calf and worshipped it.When the Lord learned what they did, he had a fit.They stabbed God in the back even though he saved them from being slaves.
Like Mose before He saw the burning bramble I am quite normal
Now this is the story all about how Moses’ life got flipped, turned upside down And I'd like to take a minute just sit right there
"Pull up the caboose," hiss'd Moses, moonlit And fierce, the bandana like a red flag, Signal of something si lent ly -"Don't drag!"- Simmering in the blue night. Moses flit Among the soot. White apron soon unfit