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Heavenly Father by mike bullock Heavenly Father, you're my dad Even though I drive You mad Can't imagine what You see In a rebel, such as me One who spends his time away Having worldly games to play Visit You when I feel led Upon my rising, late in bed In between I concentrate On whatever's on my plate Contact You when things turn bad Not a very loving lad Please be patient, I can see The need to get up close to thee May I offer all I've got Everything that is my lot. |
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