PROPS

We struggle through life, through the stress, through the strife, it cuts like a knife. But onward we travel crawling through the gravel while watching our lives unravel.

As we go on the prowl, on our faces there's a scowl and a feeling of throwing in the towel. While a breakthrough seems out of sight, thinking, how can I make things right? Suddenly it comes piercing through the night a beacon of light, it continues to get bright.

Had a heck of a scare, got an answer to your secret prayer, knowing you were delivered out of your despair, even a nightmare.

So lets stop poking out our chess, boasting I'm the best, the heck with rest when we know we've been blessed, instead of flapping our chops, give Him, His Props.

Then the next time your life is on cruise control, you fall into a manhole or find yourself up a pole, just slow your roll. Because whether you're on a mountain top or in a sweat shop before you call the cops or flapping your chops. Remember, He can remove all the stops.

It's Just Proper To Give Him, His Props.