The Final Sunday in August Quietly, I sit at night Hoping God - TopicsExpress



          

The Final Sunday in August Quietly, I sit at night Hoping God will ease my plight I have been in constant pain So I sing this sad refrain Lord have mercy on my soul I have pain I cant control Help me be a little less lonely Whyd my company have to bone me? I may live another ten or twenty Without friends and without money Tell my children that I love them Never placed anyone above them Fill my stockings full of coal Return all the shit I stole Kiss me under the mistletoe Wrap me up and let me go Take me to the the choirs cloud I will stand there strong and proud Bless me Lord, Ill sing Your praise Oh my God Who always amazes
Posted on: Sun, 31 Aug 2014 14:52:30 +0000

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