oh, Lord, I just can't see
The cherries ever lining up for me
I'm not resigned to pull Your arm
......
For if I'll give that arm a go
What You can do I just don't know
I've come to see that less is more
And after saying that I was shown the door
So grant me less and kill me please
That's when I feel the Breath and breeze
That others will not ever feel
Yet they're the ones living in Your will
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