Ten thousand Demons hammer down with every footstep,
Ten thousand Angels rush the wind against my back.
This church of mine may not be recognized by steeple,
That doesn't mean that I will walk without a God.
Rollin' River of Truth, can you spare me a sip?
The holy fountain of youth has been reduced to a drip.
I've got this burning belief in salvation and love
This notion may be naive, but when push comes to shove
I will till this ground
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