“LIFT UP YOUR WINGS”
Here I stand as a sinful man,
I played my cards and didn’t win a hand.
I thought I knew when to hold and when to fold,
And now the road is cold because of snow I suppose.
My conscious tells me I’ll be alright,
But I’m wheezing, I’m freezing and I’ve got frostbite.
They say my robe is in heaven but it’s off white,
And when I shine it’s a soft light.
Everyone rates me as a 3rd class,
I gave up on the game in the first half.
But God picked me up and saw me through,
I thought I knew it all but I had no clue.
He is there when you go through the valley,
The score doesn’t matter…only His tally.
When everything shatters He’ll pick up your dreams,
In the midst of crash landings He’ll lift up your wings.
Written By: Todd Bates
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