– lord, don’t leave me petty –

Let the church say, let the church say…
let the church say Amen.
Let the church say, let the church say…
let the church say Amen.

The venom could drip out from my
fangs, drip-drop right over one’s sweet
head…
let the church say Amen.
So cold, so quick, and so sick, one
strike towards me, and BANG! CLANG! POW! You’re
dead…
let the church say Amen.

I cannot bring my face to
front; my heart must lead.
To those poor souls who do me
wrong… they cannot see.
Why throw shade when light is what they
need? I’ll give it to ya.
No backhand to hiss, no negative to
feed… ALLELUIA! So

let the church say, let the church say…
let the church say Amen.
Been a widow in the window…
won’t catch me crawl again.
No time for trivial games…
let the church say, let the church say…
take my petty coat, leave the remains, and
let the church say AMEN.

D.J. Whisenant

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