High Above
How do you learn? How do you walk?When is it then that you learn how to talk?
Why is there so much predjudice and hate?
Where is the deliverer of our only fate?
He's high above and looking down
He's high above and wearing a frown
He's next to me and all around
He's my Lord, my God, my faith I have found
When you believe that everything is allright
Then you will know that you've seen the light
Your heart will be opened and you will be blessed
Your body and soul in his gentle caress
Whatever the trouble, whatever the toil
My faith in God, the Devil can't spoil
Pray to him always, each day and night
He'll surely guide you into the light
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