No More Evening Prayers

from by James Delsono

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I haven't met you yet; that much is true.
I cannot write a love song about that which I have no clue ...
I pray to the Lord, if it be His will,
To run into you one day and tell you how I feel.

I haven't met you yet; that much is so;
I cannot write a love song about that which I don't know.
So I go talk to priests and visit wise soothsayers,
For, if I meet you, I'll forget to say my evening prayers.

And the Lord will try us, surely, to deny;
He will try so hard to make you never mine
For He knows that if I hold you in my arms
I'll forget to tell Him even "thanks".

And, for all my thoughts and prayers, He's aware
That I'd be completely happy if you were
Mine forever, be we rich or be we poor ...
If that were, I'd need no prayers any more.

You're more real to me than any fake god
Whose assistance I still need whilst on the road
Towards meeting you and holding you to me,
If you will, for all eternity.

Therefore, whilst you're not here, I will pray;
I will fast and make my penance twice a day,
In the hope His sphinx-like figure I can sway
And that I may therefore meet you e'en today.

And the Lord will try us, surely, to deny;
He will try so hard to make you never mine
For He knows that if I hold you in my arms
I'll forget to tell Him even "thanks".

And, for all my thoughts and prayers, He's aware
That I'd be completely happy if you were
Mine forever, be we rich or be we poor ...
If that were, I'd need no prayers any more.

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from Greatest Hits, released July 1, 2020

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