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Thank you, Jesus
Thank you, Jesus (Ooh-ooh-ooh)
Jesus
Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh
Jesus (Ooh-ooh-ooh)
Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh
Jesus, Jesus

I think I'm runnin' out of time
I think I'm goin' blind
I always think I'm 'bout to die
Tattle-tale, tellin' stories of his life
I'm lookin' for the truth
I'm runnin' from my lies, I think I've lost my mind (I think I lost my mind)
But I found gold
At a fork in the road
Lookin' for my way back home
Even with my imperfections I love myself more than ever
Only can I thank my God in Heaven for providin' for me (Providin' for me, yeah)
So I can bless you (So I can bless you)
So He'll guide my feet (Ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh)
So I can pull through (Ooh-ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh)
Bedside lay, unbound my hand
Jesus' name, I pray (Pray to the Father)

Guide me over, great Jehovah (Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh)
He'll come through this barren land
I get weak, but thou art my knees (Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh)
Hold me [?]

I used to pray every mornin'
Before I had class, I used to walk by the park
They made me straighten my hat
I used to fall on the beach, scream in the sand
I used to sit in the shower, hold my thoughts in my hand
I used to pray on the bus, sit at the back
They made us sit in the back
I used to fish with my mom, used to play catch with my dad
I went to church with my mom, but now I pray to my Dad
I had to clean his apartment, the carpet was red
I bought my mama a crib, I put it all on my back
Surgery all on my back, I used to sleep in my car
And back down the ave, I used to run out of gas
I used to play in the park, I used to sleep on the bench

Too late, I'm out my head
Jesus, you will provide
Amen

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