The Old Ways
Sometimes I get to missing the old ways the old days
I just can't find the words to explain when in peoples hearts there was a flame
And it became a guiding light and everything felt so right
And I can't explain how oil flowed from the word of God
And how it covered my soul I knew everywhere my feet would trod
My life was always bound in the old ways
How do you get across a cross that's in your heart
How do you talk of oil need I say anymore
I get to missing the old ways so I found a place to hang my hat beside the door
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Posted: Mar 10
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