The strangers attacking
Our hearts are all lacking
But God means nothing to them
The hit men hold coupons
And say God is gone
Or trying to do me in
Oh, search and be silent
On a bed that breathes with Him
Our hearts are forgetting
The thugs are all betting
That God will only condemn
Their questions rhetorical
I wish they'd get homesick
And find their way back again

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