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What have you done with my commands
How have you used the labors of your hands
I said to spread the seed
Giving up all for those in need
Giving bread to the weak and poor
But all you have done is built a store
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What have you done with my commands
With all the killing and war upon the sands
I said to clothe the homeless
Giving up all pride and selfishness
But all you do is sit and wait
Saying nothing as they knock on devil’s gate
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What have you done with my commands
With the death and hunger in distant lands
I said to go
Even if you have nothing to show
But you expect gifts and pretty cake
Oh how I pray that you wake
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©2011 by Evan Bolton
