Godbox

(McDonald/Turner)

     

She writes them down
Her worries and her fears
In the neatest hand
So God will understand
She's on her knees up to her neck
She believes God will take
The weight from her heart

The butcher the baker
The candlestick maker
All went to heaven
In her little love note
her brother, the banker
The town shark the neighbour

Pack your troubles in a little godbox
Call me when you're done

She puts them in the little godbox
Shuts the lid and God will send to hell

The butcher the baker
The candlestick maker
All went to heaven
In her little love note
her brother, the banker
The town shark the neighbour

Pack your troubles in a little godbox
Say your prayers in a godly drop box
Holy orders, sisters, brothers
Call me when you're done

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