You go to church and feel His love
All is well in heaven above.
Then Monday comes.
Then Monday comes
The problems you face on the first work day
Seems to last forever and won’t go away.
For Monday’s here.
For Monday’s here.
The real world’s there staring you in the face
How you going to manage without God’s grace.
For Monday’s here.
Is God near?
Relax and trust God, He can take you through
Give Him your trust in what you do.
For Monday’s here.
But God is near.
Is your peace deep enough for the real world now
Can you trust Him enough to not have a cow.
For Monday’s here.
And God is near.
Let His peace settle over you in the quiet of your life
Open faith’s door and let out the strife.
He waits at the door.
Go open the door.
Now don’t you feel better since you’ve talked to God?
The stress level’s down, you can feel it in the ***
For He’s with you now.
So now you know how.
Jul 11, 2010
Jul 11, 2010 at 3:36 PM UTC
You go to church and feel His love
All is well in heaven above.
Then Monday comes.
Then Monday comes
The problems you face on the first work day
Seems to last forever and won’t go away.
For Monday’s here.
For Monday’s here.
The real world’s there staring you in the face
How you going to manage without God’s grace.
For Monday’s here.
Is God near?
Relax and trust God, He can take you through
Give Him your trust in what you do.
For Monday’s here.
But God is near.
Is your peace deep enough for the real world now
Can you trust Him enough to not have a cow.
For Monday’s here.
And God is near.
Let His peace settle over you in the quiet of your life
Open faith’s door and let out the strife.
He waits at the door.
Go open the door.
Now don’t you feel better since you’ve talked to God?
The stress level’s down, you can feel it in the ***
For He’s with you now.
So now you know how.
(© 11-14-2000 John Stevens)
This was written before all hell broke loose with my daughter and the world of drugs. It was written at a light hearted time... no worries mate. I discovered, but doubted at times, my peace was deep enough. Even when there were days and months I felt I was going to die. For years I slept with a 45 under my pillow. (we can do that in the USA) NO one was going to harm my family Difficulties can break us or make us. It is our choice.
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