Just Doin' Your Thing

I was a poor boy, Papa, when you decided you would make me wealthy

I had the sickness in my bones I was sure enough far from home

You made me healthy

I was rejected, dejected, uncorrected, unprotected, defected from my people

I was contriving, cliff diving, capsizing, no freedom rising from that deep hole

But you made free, and I must sing

You baptized me, just doin’ your thing

I had the feeling all along that there was something peering strong over my shoulder

And it got closer through the years through abandonment and tears as I got older

Hitchhiking through the wilderness and bearing all my consequence I was a stranger

You picked me up on sixty six, met me with love and kindness instead of anger

And you made me free, and I must sing

You baptize me, just doin’ your thing

Now it’s a quarter ‘til the clock strikes, and hopefully the shock might

Hit you like a rock fight or like a butcher’s block might

Quick as lightning shock kite comes the key to lock tight

The door on which he knock right now until it’s not night

Everybody walk tight rope until their chalk white hopes

Are wiped away by the wind

If the devil’s your friend you got a burden on your back

And some poison in your blood

It’s a burden to unpack, leave it behind in the mud

Click clack goes the old smoke stack and when it leaves

It ain’t never coming back

So you best be ready when the train comes steady

It’s rollin’ heavy ‘round the bends, get on board my friend

For the land of Lord cause the levee’s gonna break, in the end

You made me free, and I must sing

You baptized me, just doin’ your thing