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.