If Grace could save my soul, I’d let her be
I like my soul and want it to endure
forever, and I want the world to see
if Grace can save my soul when it’s impure
I know the world is dirty; I don’t care
The hearts and eyes of filthiness can view
my soul’s salvation through the filthy air
when Grace is burning wood and garbage too
As smokey Grace is choking me, I seethe
I’m saved, but I can only walk and cough
I used to run; I used to freely breathe
Until I bedded Grace and felt her scoff
at everything I thought salvation meant
My money, like my time, was poorly spent.

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