Dear God, sister saver Shes the image of my faith Shall I prod to ask a favor? My sisters body for to save From the ash, she drew a sabre A dying body, a living word Should she die beneath your labors Help me see my sister cured But its never easy The people are so many And every story is somehow misunderstood Between what Im feeling And what Ill be doing Make it a pleasure Yo do what You will And what I should Dear God, hammer swinger You swung so hard you buried him And from the prairie, there came a singer This guitarpicking Indian Church to church, outside the restroom Preaching from his Walmart bench Some people never know a stranger Their funeral crowds are evidence But its never easy The people are so many And every story is somehow misunderstood Between what Im feeling And what Ill be doing Make it a pleasure To do what You will And what I should Dear God, repossessor All the memories that I have On photographs Inside my dresser But pictures just obscure the past Whos to say who will be named A goat to blame or a sheep to save? I asked him, Whatll it take to curb this evil? He said, Jesus is the only way. And he said Its never easy The people are so many And every story is somehow misunderstood Between what were feeling And what well be doing Make it our pleasure To do what You will And what we should
misunderstood, pleasure, sister, people, somehow