by Melvin Knoblett
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| God gave me a | talen | t to | share my thoughts in | song. |
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| I started writin' down some clever lines tha | t y'all could sing | along. |
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| But | then, I lost my | message, my | words didn't seem to | rhyme. |
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| So, I | gave up all of that | fancy stuff and | cut to the bottom | line. |
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| When I'm in h | eave | n, I hope to si | ng to folks up th | ere |
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| If the Angels sing along with me, I know G | od has answered my p | rayer. |
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| For | now I'll be con | tented, singin' p | raises to his n | ame. |
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| And, If you know the wo | rds by now, | you can do the sa | me. |
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| But, I just can't | say I love my | Lord, any other | way | . |