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Whipping Post

 

I been run down, I been lied to.

I don’t know why I listened and made myself a fool.

In all of my tryin, he stood to accuse,

And now in one of my darkest hours

He says that I’m gonna lose.

 

Sometimes I feel, sometimes I feel,

Like I been tied to a whipping post,

Tied to a whipping post,

Tied to a whipping post,

Good Lord, I feel like I’m dyin.

 

I hope for Your help, but so far there’s no sign.

Maybe today, says this faith of mine.

I struggle with sorrow when again You don’t come.

Nothing seems to change; hard times stay the same

And I can’t run.

 

Sometimes I feel, sometimes I feel,

Like I been tied to a whipping post,

Tied to a whipping post,

Tied to a whipping post,

Oh Lord, can you keep me from dyin?

 

‘My help will come; I did hear your plea.

I need you to trust and listen to me.

I’ll give you My peace and protect you each day.

Though nothing seems to change, I will sustain,

While I make a way.’

 

Sometimes I feel, sometimes I feel,

Like He was tied to the whipping post,

Tied to the whipping post,

Tied to the whipping post,

Oh Lord, to keep me from dyin.

 

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