he's a working man
none can stay his hand
his are the three
faces of time
we keep walkin
and thinkin things to talk about
down on our prayer bones in line
go into the lords house
go in a mile
the world will bow
the knees will be broken for those who don't know how
he delights not in the streghth of horses
he takes no pleasure not in the cleverness of men
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