Praise
She was a saint
Born of the sky
She cherished life
And helped her swine
Our gracious god
Comes in her sleep
Makes her believe
Steals all her dreams
If there is a god
Why would she lie?
If there is a god
Why would she steal?
If there is a soul
Who knows the reasons why
Will he stand and scream?
Will he sit and drown?
He was a thief
Born out of grief
He despised life
Stayed out of line
Our gracious god
Comes in his sleep
Know's he believes
Our gracious god
Praise the lord