The God of Second Chances.
So..Jah, remember me when I'll be on my knee
on the day I stand before thee
Without an excuse for all those sins I bring in my naked pocket.
It's Jah who designs the walk
the one who makes the writtings on the wall of the path.
I touched all those lives without a second thought
Sometimes for growth and sometimes for sin.
I still believe in second chances.
Give me one of those and I'll toast to it.
I probably will spoil it like I always do.
But you already know that and still love me.
"One Jah, one creator, one father!"
I'll clap my tiny hands for joy.
On my guilty courtyard I'll pronounce myself as innocent
as life itself
and as guilty as I want to be.
I'm an army of every wrong or right thing you let me do.
I'm a legion of nothing at all.
Yet, I keep moving with nowhere to be found.
"And the holy spirit moves just like a monkey"
The aims are lost and the alelujahs are the signs to follow
When everything is a waste of time
I must remember not to forget that
Aleluia is the highest praise.
One, two, three, four, five, six, seven I'm on my way to heaven.
"Life is fragile, handle with prayer" - President Harold B. Lee.