I Feel like a prize

I FEEL LIKE A PRIZE

“I feel like a prize,
in a box of crackerjacks
with gods hand reaching down
to pick me up”

father -fly me home- fly me home -fly me home
fasther fly me home fly me home
to the place where i belong (selah)(coda)
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i want to dance
in the middle of a ballroom
with gods hand reaching down
to move my feet

i want to play
on the middle of rockstage
with gods hand reaching down
to pull some strings

father -fly me home- fly me home -fly me home
fasther fly me home fly me home
to the place where i belong


i want to preach
in the middle of wallstreet
wich gods hand reaching down
to the needy and the poor

i want to pray
in a sermon an the mountain
with gods hand reaching down
to open up my heart

i want to serve him
in the middle of nowhere
with gods hand reaching down
to plant some seeds

father -fly me home- fly me home -fly me home
fasther fly me home fly me home
to the place where i belong

i want to sleep
sleep till He arrives
with Gods hand reaching down
to wake me up

coda out and don’t stop at 144000