I Hear the Morning Drums God's Love I'M Jesus Child
The change of clothes I wear;
The spirit of the Lord is there;
No fear
He's here. . .
I can't eat the feet of the muskrat;
Yet I must brush my teeth at night;
No fear
He's there...
He's here...
and in my ear, I hear
the beat
and in my ears, I hear the beat;
My feet move as the ground shakes
I feel the beat, I hear the beat...
I hear the morning drums
I hear the morning drums
And under my sheets this I mustn't seek
And I shall not repeat
I hear the morning drums
I hear the morning drums
And in the message in the rhythm I hear
God's love I'm Jesus child
Wrappers of Baluka Bubble gum
I'm His now, I'm God's child
Satan you're a liar, you're not my father
And this because of God's love
From up, up above
And I relinquish all my sins I've done
I hear the morning drums
I hear the morning drums
And under my sheets this I mustn't seek
And I shall not repeat
I hear the morning drums
I hear the morning drums
And in the message in the rhythm I hear
God's love I'm Jesus child
Paint the farm and wash the fence
Rewash that pillow it's covered with lint and sentiments
I can't climb the mountain for the leaves left on the trees
I been bound now I am free
And I reach out to the people who don't care and they ignore me
As I suffocate fror the lack of space and air
No, longer working for Satan
He's not no longer my father not my dad
God is the only one whom I've have
The one and only true friend and I worship Him
And in my ear, I hear the morning drums, the morning drums, the drums
And in my ear, I hear the morning drums, the morning drums, the drums
And in my ear, I hear the morning drums, the morning drums, the drums
And in the sound of it, it's telling me I am Jesus child
God loves me and I'm Jesus child
04/17/09
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr.
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