I'm not imaginative enough to live a happy life.
I cannot reach the Holy Land through hollow...
If you toss your standards to the wind,
the obstacles and demons that used to know you...
Earth wind and fire all things seen and unseen
Let the water come down to wash us clean...
Upon the door of death I stand
Head hangs in wistful shame...
The rising tide
Out from my dock I slowly glide pushing against...
This wonderful feeling we all desire
To rid of sin...
On a mountain, in the desert, in the ocean,
God's love is always with you...
This cross around my neck is a symbol.
A symbol of God and heaven...
Streams of anguished tears flow from my weary...
Just like falling rain, pouring from the midnight...
God, I am your tool,
I'm ready to work now...
The Son of man was born a poor carpenter's Son
A hunted fugitive before His life had begun...
I've felt the shaking earth tremor and quake
Seen great cathedrals topple and fall...