I heard the voice of God come through me And tell me, son, what's your excuse? You have your health, your friends, your money Some people barely make the news
And it dawned on me that there Are bigger deals than love But pain does not discriminate it's all from above
I heard the voice of God come through me And tell me, son, you're on your own How could I heal you from this fever When there are people left without a home?
