Jezebel’s Grace
The night is young
And there’s no sound
As stars shine bright, no joy is found
The lady of the night treats pleasures
Of the day, yet before dawn
She starts to pray
Oh, Jezebel
Casting stones into a well
Praying for a sign that doesn’t come
So you stand back up and
Wash your face, comb your hair
Then stand in place
Before you start another night
Some call love
Another night, a sum of pay
To lead her through another day
She needs a Father’s hand
She needs a little love
And when she reaches for the comb
A voice echoes from above
Oh, Jezebel
Can’t you see, Can’t you tell
I love you more than those
That leave your door
So leave your chains and petty things
Run yourself on home to me
I’ll love you more and you
Will know My love.
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