I met Jesus yesterday
Didn’t recognize His face
There was no long hair or beard
Just a woman who said
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I find it funny how we each blame
Another for our woes
Don’t quite understand
How it can be everybody’s fault
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Hate to say it
But I’ve got to admit
Sometimes I look around
And I just don’t get it
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Wouldn’t it be something to see
To view the perfect love
In every word I write
But diamonds they can’t all be
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Oh what times we live in
Where even the rich and famous
Are reduced to trailer living
All those good times
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Really? Hmmm,
So what you’re saying
Is covering up truth
With well intentioned
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Here’s the thing
Peer pressure, isolation and laughter
Doesn’t magically make wrong right
Or change a lie into truth
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There was something in her eyes
That said to me
That what she was listening to
Couldn’t be heard
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There’s a thing about disaster
Makes us act as we should
All working together
Differences aside
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I was barely ten years old
When I heard the news
Couldn’t quite comprehend
Why Marshall wasn’t coming home
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