I'm van der Hold I'm 68 old I doubt some have increased In 42 of being a priest I'm at the end of my I'm not sure if I'm survive I often don't know to say When I talk to Him, when I In I receive silence, no relieve I've waited in for a little advice from great voice in ethereal skies
I was revolutionary A mercenary A student in God's hands Now I'm old and sick of his I tried to be honest and Did my job the I could But I always that average man Right in the spot where I During the grieve with which dealt three decades since I've felt The certainty I so 'bout the existence of the Lord
I've seen enough, why I know God left this place, long time ago
give him to my perish Things I have myself but cherish And love and charity purpose that's what sets you free So I'm the metaphores Are not anymore I I'm almost done with my search Got old so fast even in my But as if I'm kept out Some sort of about The meaning of sometimes Can't fail to notice are mediocre types
I've seen enough, that's why I God this place, long long time ago seen enough, that's why I know God left this place, long long ago
And has made me good at one thing And horrible at else The blessings of a world Were always and never mine Oh, I would like to hold Briefly maybe have fun My hardly designed So I'm not the hugging kind Not once has been Someone a softer skin Who reached out for me in the of the night 'Cause my own mattress would've turn on the light I I've been miscast And the time of saints is My faith is but not least After 42 years of being a The church is a woman Thing out of reach a vision She glimmers in the distance which I could never get Now i'm stuck here with my
I've enough, that's why I know God left this place, long long ago I've enough, that's why I know God left this place, long time ago
I've enough, that's why I know God left place, long long time ago I've enough, that's why I know God this place, long long time ago
It's my portion, my cup... It's my portion, my cup...