Father - Jon Bryant

Father, clear the ancient past

And take me, take me, take me to the truth, the truth

Got my own conclusions

And they break me, break me, break me, break me down befour I run

So give me something to hold when I walk through fire

Take me back to the truth where I came unarmed

Father, tell the story

When you made me, made me, made me with your own two hands

Got some insecurities

Reminding me of how I mesure with the words

So give me something to hold when I lost me sight

And take me back to the truth where I came unarmed

Father, could I ask you why the virtuous of a humble man

Oh, nevermind

Saw my accomplishments for sake me, sake me, sake me

When I look down the line

So give me someone to hold when I’m feeling down

I’m having a trouble with thinking of be alone