by Debra Keathley I'm sitting in a county jail, Bare feet on concrete floors. Laughter echoes painfully Through muffled corridors. You know I've been to church before. I've heard the preachings of the Lord. But I had such a lot to do, I had to make my room and board. Then the Lord, he came one day. He took my one begotten son. I tried so hard to ask him why. Why did you have to take this one? I kept waiting for an answer, But you know it never came. All the times I felt ashamed, All the times myself I blamed. Then one day I came to know, What I really always knew. Satin leases God's green earth, And I'm just passing through. I'm just passing, just passing through. Its not that I could mind so much, Cause I've nothing else to do. But if God held a council, And let me have my say, I'd just as soon be done with this. I'll take my judgment day. Cause I'm just passing, just passing through. 
Just Passing Through, used with permission from the author, Debra Keathley
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