There's an old tear stained, worn King James.
Bible on my lap.
I can hear mama now say it won't let you down.
And it never has.
So I turn to the Psalms straight to the one.
That I can quote by heart.
But the words that used to comfort me are tearing me apart.
Chorus:
He leaded me through death's dark valley.
And by still waters too.
Surely goodness and his mercy.
Are gonna pull me through.
But tonight I've wrestled wit the devil.
Wrestled with the truth.
If the lord is my shepherd.
And I shall not want.
Why do I still want you.
All my friends say this will end.
You're not the one for me.
Cause I'm the kind that loves for life.
And your the kind that leaves.
Soi've been praying and I've been waiting.
For some kind of peace.
But you haven't phoned and I'm leaning on Old Psalms twenty-three.
Repeat chorus
Yeah tonight I've wrestled with the devil.
Wrestled with the truth.
If the lord is my shepherd.
And I shall not want.
Why do I still want you.
