It's not a family trait
It's nothing that I ate
And it didn't come from skating with holy rollers
It's an early warning sign
It keeps my life in line
But, it's so hard to define never mind
It's just a Spirit thing
It's like a holy nudge
It's like a circuit judge in the brain
It's just a Spirit thing
It's here to guard my heart
It's just a little hard to explain
It pushes when I quit
It smells a counterfeit
Sometimes, it works a bit like a teleprompter
When it's teleprompting you
I pray you'll let it through
And I'll help you with the how, but for now
CHORUS
BRIDGE: (Continue Chord Progression)
I've took the pulput then backed down again