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Well, I'm buried in a pit, yes a deep morass - If my life was a drink there wouldn't be a glass /People who were friends no longer seem to be - And my own pack of hounds has turned on me / I'm lying in the dirt with dust in my mouth - and I feel like the North end of something headed South.
I'm emaciated - that means I'm really thin - And I can't seem to find a reason to grin.
Chorus: Rescue me! (Rescue me, rescue me!) from the mouth of the lion (rescue me from the mouth of the lion!) / Save me from the horns of the wild ox (don't leave me in the bait box!) / 'Cause I feel like a worm and not a man - But I'm waiting for my help from the great "I Am" / Rescue me, Lord - please rescue me.
They all laughed at me and said, "Why don't you turn to your Lord?" And that got me to thinking and my spirit soared. /From before my birth I've been cast on him - And that's where I go when things get grim./I love my Mom, and I love my Dad - but the Lord's the best friend that I ever had./
In spite of all my personal tragedy - from before my birth he's been with me.
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In anticipation of my prison release - I'm going to sing your praises to the West and East / I'm going to shout your praises up North and South - That ought to knock that dust right out of my mouth./When you see the poor eat until they're satisfied - Anyone who wants can jump that train and ride.
The Lord said he'd do it, it's as good as done - Guaranteed by the Father, Spirit, and The Son.
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