I feel the strands push through my scalp for blue skies
Grow up, grow tall, then steeple palm to palm
Praise the sun! but where's the sun?

Legend says it's there to reach for men with means
If love, if happiness, then just take a grip
Praise the sun! but where's the sun?

Preach goodliness like you've the throat, the road to heaven
Preach to us like you'll sell deviants the verse

Raise the men! but what's a man?
Praise the sun! that never burned.

I'm over. I'm over.
Been over all along.

I never felt like a hopeless romantic.
I was more hopeless.
My echoed gears turned the oil blood sick.
Burnt rubber following a dim lit haze.  
Unbolted and unburdened with only you to praise.

God shows us love
God shows us kindness
God shows us righteousness

*True the almighty God deliver's us from sin

Use words of recherché
Which has God's cachet
That is how God would like us to be

True the almighty God delivers us from sin

We have all lied, insulted, and planned animus malice
Felt angered, bitter, and resentful emotions

Oh what a God-awful feeling

Praise the venture Jesus died for because Jesus died for our sins
Thank God for every word in the scriptures

True the almighty God delivers us from sin

*Amen