Oh Grace how I feel it,
Grace in the present moment,
Aren't you somehow getting it,
Putting up with everything I do,
Watching it roll down the hill,
The painful ending,
At the bottom, crashing,
Gut wrenching, now at the end,
The bottom of the hill.
Gotta find another up hill bend.
Taxes lay in the bills,
To pay for a lift from the hills end,
And I don't have the money for the bills at the bottom of the hills bend,
No matter how much I ask God to send, it's a Godsend,
God sends me up the hills bend,
Ever lasting the sluggish sight of hill top to hill end,
I know one day it's hell I'll be sent,
But I haven't yet walked a hill finding its end, quite big enough, to be hell bent,
And I admit I didn't pay the taxes behind the bills but I'm hell spent,
Traveling up the hill bend,
Trying to get away from the hills end,
And maybe that's the one true godsend
That I cannot get away from the hills end.
It's all because if the bills at the hill end.
My godsend.
It's my Godsend...
The only true godsend.
My lovely lovely hill bends.
- Joshua Banks JJAJ