I could drive this road
With both of my eyes closed
They say this ain't the way to live
It's the only life I know
Well, hold on tight
(Sing out my soul to the Lord)
I promise when my body's back at home
That I'mma be a helper this time
(Sing out my soul to the Lord)
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And that's the only guarantee in this life

Yeah, it's well with my soul
If all life's a stage, I say, "To hell with the show"
Curtains close, fade to black
That's the bell when it tolls
And those truncated highs never compare to these lows
Toiling like Kafka did
Unknown until his coffin closed
Old Rugged Cross is on guitar before y'all tossed the rose
Murder in the City's on repeat
Lost in the Avett Brothers
We share the same name and face and they can't take it from us
Damascus Road changed the selfish mundane assumptions
Made to worship, made to suffer pain, made for something
Made for glory like this image made before me
Gave his counterpoint the flesh before the serpent changed the story
Made for glory like the child the manger's warming
Before he knew the bread would break or wine was made for pouring
Made for glory like this man that gave the warning
And said prepare the way but other's lust would take him shortly
Made for glory like the Son who saved us, surely
And took my cup my twisted disbelief was pouring for me
And still bled on my behalf until his final hours
Like once the ghost is gone he'll sing about this higher power
And when it's time I'll say it's well with my soul
Made for glory
Every story
Rose of Sharon's my hope
And when it's time I'll say it's well with my soul
Made for glory
Every story
Rose of Sharon's my hope

[?] all is well
Love prepares a place where all is well
[?] all is well
Love prepares a place where all is well