there is a mystery it s a paradox of sorts well it seems when i am weak then i am stronger than before i can pray for brokenness or not either way i can try to beg you off or bring it on let it rain let it shine either way it don t matter to me cause i know that you re still god and i m still not call it six half a dozen either way it don t matter to me there s some who say to me life is pleasing to the touch but i think that it could be that they don t get out so much they could try to come with us or not either way