Haven't been to church since
I don't remember when.
Things were going great,
Till they fell apart again.
So I listened to the preacher,
As he told me what to do.
He said you can't go hating others,
Who have done wrong to you.
Sometimes we get angry
But we not condemn
Let the good lord do his job,
And you just pray for them.
I pray your brakes go out
Running down a hill.
I pray a flower pot falls
From a window sill
And knocks you in the head like i'd like to.
I pray your birthday comes and nobody calls.
I pray your flying high when you engine stalls.
I pray all your dreams never come true.
Just know wherever you are,
Honey, I pray for you.
Really glad I found my way to church.
Cause i'm really feeling better and I thank God for the Words.
So i'm gonna take the high road,
And do what the Preacher told me to do.
You keep messing up
And i'll keep praying for you.
I pray your tires blow out at 110
I pray you pass out drunk with your best friend
And wake up with his and her tatoos.
Wherever you are
Near or far
In your house or in your car
Wherever you are Honey,
I pray for you.
~~~Jaron and the Long Road to Love