Mil57Man

PROPS

We struggle through life, through the stress, through the strife it cuts like a knife.

but onward we travel crawling through the gravel while watching our lives unravel.

 

As we go on the prowl, on our faces there's a scowl and a feeling of throwing in the

towel. While a breakthrough seems out of sight and thinking, how can I make things

right, suddenly it comes piercing through the night, a beacon of light, it continues to

get bright.

 

It was a heck of a scare, got an answer to your secret prayer, knowing you were

delivered out of your despair, even a nightmare.

 

So let's stop poking out our chests, boasting, I'm the best when we know we've been

Blessed. Instead of flapping our chops, Give Him His Props.

 

Then the next time your life is on cruse control and you fall into a  manhole or find

yourself up a pole. Just slow your roll.

 

Because whether you're on a mountain top or in a sweatshop, before you call the cops

or start flapping your chops. Remember, He can remove all the stops...

 

It's Just Proper To Give Him, His Props.



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