I just Lost my finger And I dropped my Hammer down I pour Out on This poor ladder And my work boots Cant be found I feel pausepause Held back You dont have to understand And frustrated, Papa will turn things for good Insecure and For daughters sons sakes Im annoyed. For Papa is love All my Bubbles Papa will not give a stone Have been bursted When we ask for bread And Im left with We have nothing to fear Shoulders bruised. Papa is love Work is Robbing You dont have to understand Me of living, Papa will turn things for good They were right a For daughters sons sakes Bout my dreams For Papa is love My debts Building Papa will not give a stone While I stand here, When we ask for bread Should this even We have nothing to fear Be a song? For Papa is love Songs are Either Written in fields Or on couches Which ways best? Oh I Now see There is freedom In the working With your hands Ive read justice Is the measure Righteousness the The plumbline. When I Finally Have my hammers And then they are Sitting still Ill still have con Struction humor It is set in This ol stone So when Will I Finish this job And move on to What I love You know I feel Oh so ready Ill get up now It is good
papa, stone, hammer, sake, bread