Anglican
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- Nov 2, 2009
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My mind prefers to wander
To somewhere else instead
When things become too tricky
I take off in my head
To safer climes and places
Where everything is great
The problems seem to disappear
There's nothing on my plate.
Sadly,I can't stay there
Reality has returned
I'm back to where I was before
But one thing I have learned
Escape is only temporal
He wants me to be real
I have to stay just where I'm at
No matter how I feel.
So let Him take you by the hand
And lead you through the crud
You'll suffer pain and anguished times
Get plastered in the mud
Reality can do the job
Of sorting all your ills
By walking with The One who knows
You'll come down from the hills.
