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Lyrics:
Your brother died today for the fentanyl Like my friend died this day from a bullet hole You saw me through those deepest woods Of a loved one’s despair And when I think of where I stood It feels so wrong to see you there Feels so wrong to see you there Should I console you on the phone You who consoled me when I wept? Found myself holding promises Out that you first held out to me Friend, can you feel it in your bones That despite the storm we’re kept? Faith is the road to flawlessness Where violence will bend to victory Violence will end and we’ll be free Drove to Vallejo with your word From the last Sunday sermon God drove despair into the dirt I can hear that you heard Him But should the days feel dark as hell Where we can’t see our Savior I’ll speak the things you spoke so well Returning the favor I can’t pretend to know the pain But I know all this hurting In this fire Satan meant for only flame Only gets our hearts burning So I can’t wait to meet you at your door Set apart for love’s labor Where hell increased, hope increased the more I’m returning the favor Drove up Mt. Diablo praising God From an ironic tongue
Surveyed the land the saints will trod Till Diablo is done Don’t it just warm your breaking heart That the roads know their Paver? Love completes everything He starts That’ll hold you till later This eucatastrophe we’re in This penultimate story Only His perfect hand could pen Grief ascending to glory Should it feel like a chasm, this divide Friend, it’s thinner than paper It will close when we bow with saints beside Humbly down for our Maker Returning the favor
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