GOD WILL THANK YOU (David's song)
by Lori McKenna
I was born a sickly little child,
I nearly died just after my birth.
Five years I fought the illness,
My mother prayed and prayed for what it's worth.
At that time we traveled along, back home to Ireland.
I took sick and the doctors admit
I should have died right there and then by their hands.
Mother called it an overdose,
They called it an oversight.
But since then, I've never been sick a day in my life.
Call it divine purpose,
Call it fate.
Watch Ma** on channel 56 and that way you'll never be late.
And God will thank you.
Well, I've seen the heavens open up.
I've seen the angels fly.
I've seen children k** and I've seen grown men cry.
I know all about Noah's ark,
The rain's been falling all the while.
And I heard about Adam and Eve,
But I still believe she never got a fair trial.
Call it divine purpose,
Say it's untrue
Well, they never brought anything back from Roswell
So who are you going to pray to?
God will thank you.
Maybe I only read the Bible
When I'm staying at the Holiday Inn.
I see church on Easter and Christmas
But every other Sunday I just can't fit it in.
But I'm coming from a true place,
I'm shining like a new light.
I'm thanking God for everything I have in my life.
Call it divine purpose,
Call it fate.
Or maybe you believe in God
Because the Big Bang theory don't hold much weight.