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The cosmic finger doesn't stir up rules to ruin us
But He also let us do just whatever we want.
And the eyes of God can see the force doin' us.
He's givin' out chances to the haunt.

Cause it's a touch of love can free you of despair.
And rolls.
God He's so unfair...
'Cause I should've been
for inside my head,
but He His Son instead.

Obedience can sometimes be
So we squander our hours in pettiness and
But God did not put life here so it could rot in us
And a place we go after ashes and dust.

My Jesus, I thee.
I know art mine.
To all the follies of sin I resign.
My Gracious Redeemer, my art Thou.
If ever I Thee, my Jesus 'tis now.