It’s springtime for my spirit as I draw near it
part of me slumbers while part of me hears it
we we’re born into a lie
It will be autumn for them serpents
as they pass through it
part of them fight it
while most of them accept that
we we’re born into end times.
Where will the snakes call home
when we smoke ‘em out of their holes?
Where will God’s creatures roam
when we put a chain on our own?
Where will the snakes call home
when we smoke ‘em out of their holes?
Where will God’s children roam
when we put a chain on our own?
I don’t know
and I don’t care where they go.
It’s springtime for my spirit as I walk with it
part of me stumbles while part of me clears it
we’re reborn into the Christ (Jesus)
It will be winter for them serpents
as they freeze in it
part of them parish
while most of them are freed
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