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CHUCH

Chorus:
When you cry, let him have his way
Even in the midst of your sorrow
Let him have his way 
Never left Never left never left ya
He won't forsake ya
In the midst in the midst of your pain, He is your Savior
When you cry, let Him have His way


Verse:
Come back home, come to your senses 
Mama pray out them trenches
You keep chasing countless women
Like they all was missing
Nothing out there for you
If you done one it's like you done two
Everything the same ain't nothing all new
False satisfaction far from the truth
Oh, like du wop 
Sang the blues 
How you rep your rag
And how your homies shoot
How you on the block 
And on the don pursuit
Getting money fast 
Like a banker do
You can lay it down 
On the ground 
Look to God 
And turn the frown around
You were known before an ultrasound
You were free before you were bound
Hear that sound 
God knocking with a robe and gown
Want your soul right now,
Holy Ghost here now 
All the Angels come see when the lost is found
Get your hands up
You arrested by the king 
He's the master and the author make your life an offering

Bridge:
Look to the Hills
That's where your help comes from
When your weak that’s when He is strong 
He gives you the strength to go on 

Chorus:
When you cry, let him have his way
Even in the midst of your sorrow
Let him have his way 
Never left Never left never left ya
He won't forsake ya
In the midst in the midst of your pain He is your Savior
When you cry, let Him have His way

Verse 2:
No Hollywood doe, but a Hollywood queen
With a nice type frame, a holiday gleam

She walk on the scene all the men go what
No pretend bro, she a 10 or plus 
Would offend those girls, who givin up
Body shape body type, for a Reese cup
Even in a club, eyes on her 
She is a stand out, the rest is a blur
Find me a preacher
We needin to reach her 
She going deep 
In her fore arm, we can see she's weak 
Daddy screams, daddy beats every week

And repeat and repeat, Daddy's mean
All her daddy wants is Daddy's green 
Get on the block, don't make me swing 
I have a dad who makes you clean
I have a dad that knows your dreams
No judgement here and he won't make a scene
Why you try to hide when he see all things
See them tears, keep em in a vile and he did for years 
What he did for you, died on the cross, set you loose
By the look you receive this truth
Run to the alter, Turbo boost,

Yeah yeah Turbo boost
Run to your daddy he love you
Even when dirty he hug you
Give you a new name and bless you
Get your hands up, You arrested by the King 
He's the Master and the Author, make your life an offering

© 2018 Dylan Moore | Kiewit Productions