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It's the people I tried to touch I have so much love for my flock See them flock to my church Unaware of the Devil's work The Devil's work the innocent's screams My body is the host in-between It hurts you as it does to me This is what's been chosen for me Down on my knees but I'm not the first one to do so Hands clasped together I'm talking to you Lord Why have you burdened me with this demon I just want to be a free man I've touched the children's hearts more than you know Turns it as black as coal But no longer will it burn A short-lived Desire I can no longer control I'm meant to be the protector The spoken word for the Lord Saviour But Lord's house will never let you know I put your lambs in danger Lord it's forgiveness that I seek For all the Moments that I am weak You've burdened me with this demon of desire For reasons I just can't find why These are my beautiful children Reveal my secrets and I will conceal them This church is filled with love Because we make sure these walls never speak Here is the Church here is the Steeple Open the door and there's all the people No amount of Baptismal Can wash out all the evil Children leaving in tears Children living in fear Parents don't know and they never will So just send them back home to that Church on the Hill Never knowing what's going on behind those doors But who are we to question the word of the Lord
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Oct 31, 2018
Oct 31, 2018 at 6:11 AM UTC
Church on the Hill
It's the people I tried to touch I have so much love for my flock See them flock to my church Unaware of the Devil's work The Devil's work the innocent's screams My body is the host in-between It hurts you as it does to me This is what's been chosen for me Down on my knees but I'm not the first one to do so Hands clasped together I'm talking to you Lord Why have you burdened me with this demon I just want to be a free man I've touched the children's hearts more than you know Turns it as black as coal But no longer will it burn A short-lived Desire I can no longer control I'm meant to be the protector The spoken word for the Lord Saviour But Lord's house will never let you know I put your lambs in danger Lord it's forgiveness that I seek For all the Moments that I am weak You've burdened me with this demon of desire For reasons I just can't find why These are my beautiful children Reveal my secrets and I will conceal them This church is filled with love Because we make sure these walls never speak Here is the Church here is the Steeple Open the door and there's all the people No amount of Baptismal Can wash out all the evil Children leaving in tears Children living in fear Parents don't know and they never will So just send them back home to that Church on the Hill Never knowing what's going on behind those doors But who are we to question the word of the Lord
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Oct 31, 2018
Oct 31, 2018 at 6:11 AM UTC
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