The truth is that I'm a leather tramp
Because I'm broken to the grind. I can't go back forever. But by the grace of God And the help of friends, there is some rubber Turning down beneath my wheels As I move down the highway, And gas within my tank. And I trust that it will be so For as long as He sees fit, perhaps forever. Wouldn't that be a miracle?! But if it ever changes And I am seen for what I am, I won't complain. Did you know That once He said that he wants the world To see me how He sees me. Perhaps that is why, For I Have found rich and unseen treasures. My mind has seen things I struggle to describe. But I will try. I will give the world The riches in my mind If I am able.
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