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letra de southern comfort (hue i am) - timothy welbeck

verse 1
i was born by the river/in a land where the vehicle of choice was a [cadil]lac or chevy pick up/and the side of the track you were at is how that differed/there’s no need to rehash those facts, that just how it was/i was born to an african from over the oceans of blue/and a southern belle whose life plays the most melodious tune/in a city where blue was the hue that colored your mood/i was in the midst of it all, but i wasn’t consumed/before i was in a stroller, the church is where i would grow up/and as i grew older it was the only life that i would know of/and from sunday to sunday i would learn of his one way/knowing i would be able to make sense of it one day/and when i didn’t understand, it was good for me back then/because something happened in all of that hand clapping and foot patting/i drew nigh unto the lord, and he drew nigh unto me/and that’s when jesus became my role model, all that i aspire to be

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this is my sto-sto-sto-story, this is my song/praising my savior all the day long (repeat)

verse 2
in the city that slayed the king who daydreamed/there was a little church where my parents would take me/and afterwards we ate chicken, greens and baked beans/then talked about what the preacher was saying/the church was small, some times the floors would creak/but we knew on sundays, through that preacher man, the lord would speak/and my parents would see, and would be imploring me/come with us, stay in your seat, and you’ll receive/a blessing from the lord that will be yours to keep/and in the p-ssing of time, i was sure to see/that this preaching and teaching was leading me to believing/and transformed the rambunctious deviant/who climbed on tree limbs until you would want to beat him/into the man today that you’re seeing/who followed the training of his father and his mother/living in what i like to call southern comfort

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verse 3
a friend said, “god is a painter and our lives are his canvas”/and i say, “man is painted in the hue of his grandness/it’s enchanting how god stands and colors in our struggles with the beauty of his planning”/that is how i became the man that you find/so i’m like brother malcolm is what i say in my rhymes/any good in me, you can say is divine/the glory is god’s, the mistakes are mine/and i just show the world the airbrushes of his touches/and tell them how much he loves them/but they say my words are heavy, that i’m heavy in speech/but heavy indeed are the burdens we keep/so when i speak, it’s urgent i weigh all of my verses with heed/that the weight of each may bring each person to their knees and their ear to the streets/that they will hear the people’s needs/and intercede, that they might repent and believe/it isn’t too deep, it’s simple you see/i just want to be used, and get god’s word out to his people/and if you would just listen, you would know all that you need to . .

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- timothy welbeck

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