The Mouth Of The Lord
Well,
I'm buried in a pit, yes a deep morass - If my life was a drink there wouldn't
be a glass /People who were friends no longer seem to be - And my own pack of hounds
has turned on me / I'm lying in the dirt with dust in my mouth - and I feel like
the North end of something headed South.
I'm emaciated - that means I'm really thin - And I can't seem to find a reason
to grin.
Chorus: Rescue me! (Rescue
me, rescue me!) from the mouth of the lion (rescue me from the mouth of the lion!)
/ Save me from the horns of the wild ox (don't leave me in the bait box!) / 'Cause
I feel like a worm and not a man - But I'm waiting for my help from the great
"I Am" / Rescue me, Lord - please rescue me.
They
all laughed at me and said, "Why don't you turn to your Lord?" And that got me
to thinking and my spirit soared. /From before my birth I've been cast on him
- And that's where I go when things get grim./I love my Mom, and I love my Dad
- but the Lord's the best friend that I ever had./
In
spite of all my personal tragedy - from before my birth he's been with me.
Chorus
In anticipation of my prison release - I'm going to sing your praises to the West
and East / I'm going to shout your praises up North and South - That ought to
knock that dust right out of my mouth./When you see the poor eat until they're
satisfied - Anyone who wants can jump that train and ride.
The
Lord said he'd do it, it's as good as done - Guaranteed by the Father, Spirit,
and The Son.
Chorus
