Decent Souls Lyrics

Momma reaches over and kisses Papa’s cheek,
Throw another log on the fire.
The children tucked away, a storm rages on,
Oh Lord, bless us as we sleep.

Momma say’s her prayers,
Papa watched the news,
All is well in this Christian home.
News man tells us all, don’t go out doors at all
Weather’s not fit for decent souls.

CHORUS:
O Lord, where have we gone wrong
To make them feel like they don’t belong.
Some decent souls haven’t got a home
Where are all God’s children in the storm? Momma reaches over and clutches Papa’s breast.
Move a little closer, babies crying.
Huddled up in the corners, praying to survive
O Lord, take away the cold.

News man tells us all, don’t go out doors at all.
Weathers not fit for decent souls

CHORUS:

BRIDGE:
People in the streets, cry out the name
Are we doing our all to ease the pain!
(repeat)

CHORUS:

Where are all God’s children in the storm?????

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