It`s not a family trait,
It`s nothing that I ate,
And it didn`t come from skating with holy rollers.
It`s an early warning sign,
It keeps my life in line,
But it`s so hard to define,
Never mind.....
It`s just a spirit thing,
It`s just a holy nudge,
It`s like a circuit judge in the brain.
It`s just a spirit thing,
It`s here to guard my heart,
It`s just a little hard to explain.
It pushes when I quit,
It smells a counterfeit,
Sometimes it works a bit like a teleprompter.
When it`s teleprompting you,
I pray you`ll let it through,
And I`ll help you with the how,
But for now.......
I took the pulpit,
Then backed down again.
Some things in heaven cannot be explained.
I took the soapbox,
Then backed down again.
Some things in heaven cannot be explained.
I took the airwaves,
Then backed down again.
Some things in heaven cannot be explained.