What kind of radius will this song achieve?
How dare I ask, with Heaven's high apogee!
But you know why I ask: our DNA
skims over sadness; we think we're gliding naturally.
Okay then, I'll let lament
my soul as as it renders
an honest report, like a Gideon,
who, kneeling to slake some awful thirst,
looked upon the hills for hints
of trouble in the dirt.
What kind of ratings will this song acquire?
How dare I ask while I sing under this spire!
But you know why I ask: to have my way,
when fame is not way the Lord conveys.
Okay then, I'll let words groan
from a soul getting tender,
learning to resort, like Gideon,
who took from the dirth
of warriors, when the Lord gave a glint
of how victory is won on this earth.
How dare I ask, with Heaven's high apogee!
But you know why I ask: our DNA
skims over sadness; we think we're gliding naturally.
Okay then, I'll let lament
my soul as as it renders
an honest report, like a Gideon,
who, kneeling to slake some awful thirst,
looked upon the hills for hints
of trouble in the dirt.
What kind of ratings will this song acquire?
How dare I ask while I sing under this spire!
But you know why I ask: to have my way,
when fame is not way the Lord conveys.
Okay then, I'll let words groan
from a soul getting tender,
learning to resort, like Gideon,
who took from the dirth
of warriors, when the Lord gave a glint
of how victory is won on this earth.