just doin your thing

Josh Garrels

I was a poor boy,
Papa, when you decided you would make me wealthy
I had the sickness in my bones
I was sure enough far from home
You made me healthy
I was rejected, dejected, uncorrected,
unprotected, defected from my people
I was contriving, cliff diving, capsizing,
no freedom rising from that deep hole

But you made free, and I must sing
You baptized me, just doin your thing

I had the feeling all along
that there was something peering strong over my shoulder
And it got closer through the years
through abandonment and tears as I got older
Hitchhiking through the wilderness
and bearing all my consequence I was a stranger
You picked me up on sixty six,
met me with love and kindness instead of anger

And you made me free, and I must sing
You baptize me, just doin your thing

Now it s a quarter til the clock strikes,
And hopefully the shock might
Hit you like a rock fight or like a butcher s block might
Quick as lightning shock kite comes the key to lock tight
The door on which he knock right now until it s not night
Everybody walk tight rope until their chalk white hopes
Are wiped away by the wind
If the devil s your friend you got a burden on your back
And some poison in your blood
It s a burden to unpack, leave it behind in the mud
Click clack goes the old smoke stack and when it leaves
It ain t never coming back
So you best be ready when the train comes steady
It s rollin heavy round the bends, get on board my friend
For the land of Lord cause the levee s gonna break, in the end

You made me free, and I must sing
You baptized me, just doin your thing