As I look up to the Heavens
I seek my truest lover
All I’m asking for is to hear God’s voice
But he has denied me of that
Somehow I can’t get to God
But he hasn’t allowed me to
Up there in Heaven
God hasn’t been pleased
But it’s never up to him is it?
I just can’t believe in my eyes
Haven’t we’ve been there before?
But somehow it’s getting worse
Nevertheless I seek my Lord’s grace
And there’s nothing more perfect
Than to hear the voices of the Angels
Opposed to disbelieving in myself
Just open your earholes for listening
But you deny your truest seeker
Asking why or why haven’t I seen him?
All he’s answering is to believe in yourselves
But it’s never up to you or he isn’t it?
Nevertheless you believed
So don’t ask yourselves how come
It’s never up to you, but you still bowed to his grace
You’ve been troubling since a young child
And God has forgave your mercifulness
But he believes you are a sinner lately
Just because of the way you’ve been acting
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