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The Damage Done

 

He came a knockin’

at your cellar door.

He knew you’d open

as you’ve done before.

Oh, oh, the damage done.

 

You hit the site

and fulfilled his plan.

He watched the scenery

take another man.

Gone, gone, the damage done.

 

I wrote this song

because I love the man;

though I know that

he don’t understand;

spilt-blood

to prove what, loves about.

 

I suffered much

for the damage done.

My heart went out for everyone

in hopes that they

could know the Son.

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For What It’s Worth

 

There’s something happening here.

What it is ain’t exactly clear.

His truth, He’s begun to declare –

telling me that I’ve got to beware.

 

I think it’s time we stop, children, what’s that sound?

Everybody look what’s going down.

 

There’s battle lines bein’ drawn.

It’s time for right to stand against wrong.

We’ve got to renew our minds;

there’s too much resistance for these times.

 

I think it’s time we stop, hey, what’s that sound?

Everybody look what’s going down.

 

What a field-day we must meet.

Restraint’s been too little to speak.

This light too needful to hide.

His truth we have on our side.

 

It’s time we stop, hey, what’s that sound?

Everybody look what’s going down.

 

The love of God strikes deep.

Into your life if you seek.

This truth He wants to proclaim.

To those who will hear, He knows you’ll not be the same.

 

We better stop, hey, hear that sound.

Everybody look what’s going down.

 

Stop, hey, hear that sound.

Everybody look what’s going down.

Stop, now, hear that sound.

Everybody look what’s going down.

Stop, children, hear that sound.

Everybody look what’s going down.

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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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