The saints are busy praising.
The sinners at their drinks.
I am busy searching for a
Quiet place to think.
Lord help me in this midnight
Know what roads to tread
Keep me in the daylight
Keep me safe and fed.
Save me from the scoffers
And the ways of cruel man
Be that a man a woman
Be that man a friend
The shadows have fled till morning
The wind my only friend
Lord keep me from the limelight
Keep me safe and fed
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