O, boy, born again - O, boy I heard from Rev. Ward
Actually, the pianist was instrumental when
we kneeeeled on the day of the Lord
Yeh, Ms. Miller still excites me in her holy kind of way
Hair buns not stuck up and her dresses never sway
We're gonna watch our Prince strike his Stratocaster chords
dwelling R.I.P. in the day of the Lord
Assurance ain't insurance sought against consuming fire
Assurance ain't through Rome or Illinois or their desire
Assurance ain't an ambiance in church, a rattling sword
neither in this moment nor the day of the Lord
Assurance, it is blessss-ed on the day of the Lord
Yesterday, today, forever Love won't be ignored
Unless your mind's on something else you're trying to afford,
right now, it's on the day of the Lord..
©2012 Gary Ottoson | Hey, Mom :)
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| via wiki : Credit William Blake |
