The Impatient Leaf Songtext
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Good things come to those who wait?
The rich man grows richer still
The greed meets tragic end.
My life incased in sin.
Again I sit here, heart guiding hand.
My mind wants to spell a curse
I cannot curse Thy name
But this curse upon me now
Casts no spell of hope.
This gift in which You gave
How am I still without which to utilize?
Practice makes perfect,
but what if I already am?
I am still the impatient leaf.
Grant me Your love to set my quill at ease.
The rich man grows richer still
The greed meets tragic end.
My life incased in sin.
Again I sit here, heart guiding hand.
My mind wants to spell a curse
I cannot curse Thy name
But this curse upon me now
Casts no spell of hope.
This gift in which You gave
How am I still without which to utilize?
Practice makes perfect,
but what if I already am?
I am still the impatient leaf.
Grant me Your love to set my quill at ease.
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