“London Gospel” by Wisdom in Chains. (Song linked at title.)
“Jesus don’t walk through the alleys. He must have forgot how to find me.
He used to hang around my family. But he never really did understand me.
God don’t come around no more. I don’t see a trace of him in this world.
Poor men fighting in a rich man’s war. ‘Cause God don’t come around here no more.
Too many murders on TV. Too many babies in poverty.
Religion ain’t shit but money. Priest in your pocket like a fuckin’ thief.
God don’t come around here no more. I don’t see a trace of him in this world.
Poor men fighting in a rich man’s war. ‘Cause god don’t come around here no more.
The Devil comes walking softly. He always stands right behind me.
I try to run away but he finds me.
I wish that God would talk to me.
God don’t come around here no more. I don’t see a trace of him in this world.
Poor men fighting in a rich man’s war. ‘Cause God don’t come around here no more.”
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It sounds bleak to say that a loss of hope equals a gaining of confidence, but our ability to find strength in solitude WILL help insulate us when we ARE let down. When we’re struggling, hoping for a helping hand or guiding light usually leaves us waiting for a long, long time; during which we’re often punished for our patience.
