God You hold my life in Your Hands.
All that happens is in Your plans.
Whether on a mountain top way up high.
Or in a valley, where I feel, I could die.
You’ve got me covered.
Like whip cream on pumpkin pie.
Settle, I could.
But Sicilian am I.
So I’d much rather die.
Then to compromise.
Just kidding, or am I?
When it comes to my faith.
There is no debate, I will not hesitate.
To put you in your place.
My faith is strong, no compromise there.
But with him or her,
I do find common ground.
Preach God’s Word.
Now it’s your turn.
Reach out your hands.
Then take a stand.
For what is Right.
Not what is wrong.
Up until the
Day is done.