I feel like I’m in a chicken coup,
For all I can eat is chicken soup.
Just give me some rest,
Then I can do my best.
What is right?
I’m looking with all my might
To find what is right
In His sight.
I try to catch the ball
But then I see it fall.
I try to jump high
And then I start to cry.
It was the Lord who died
Who am I to sigh?
The Lord is king;
I don’t deserve a thing.
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