Trust Jesus
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โฑ๏ธ 4:13 duration
๐ ID: 10144505
๐ Lyrics
Traveling salesman, the road was his love as he
Carved a path through all the struggle and the strife of this
Great big nation falling to its knees
Oh lord, please
Give us the strength
The World Book was his trade but paint was his tool
A Chrystler his engine but the Good Book his fuel
Concrete his canvas, his message was simple
And at the start of everyday he would pray:
Lord, I'm only just one man
Lord, I've only got two hands
Lord, I'll do the best I can
San Diego to Boston and all points between
From Brownsville, Texas up to Canada in the spring
From the Great Smoky Mountains to the Bitteroot Range
It's all the same
Some'd say he's a messenger and some would say a sage
Some would say a vandal but I guess it's hard to gauge
Travel any highway in this land and you can probably catch his track
But you won't ever catch him in the act
Lord, I'm only just one man
Lord, I've only got two hands
Lord, I'll do the best I can
Now one day this world is gonna curl up and burst
It's gonna choke on it's own tongue and die of it's own thirst
Until that day comes our roads will always be long
But he's left signposts to guide us along
On overpass columns from Mexico to Maine
The color may vary but the message doesn't change
He knows he's not judged by his works, he does it just the same
And at the start of every day he would pray:
Lord, I'm only just one man
Lord, I've only got two hands
Lord, I'll do the best I can
Lord, help me help them to understand
Carved a path through all the struggle and the strife of this
Great big nation falling to its knees
Oh lord, please
Give us the strength
The World Book was his trade but paint was his tool
A Chrystler his engine but the Good Book his fuel
Concrete his canvas, his message was simple
And at the start of everyday he would pray:
Lord, I'm only just one man
Lord, I've only got two hands
Lord, I'll do the best I can
San Diego to Boston and all points between
From Brownsville, Texas up to Canada in the spring
From the Great Smoky Mountains to the Bitteroot Range
It's all the same
Some'd say he's a messenger and some would say a sage
Some would say a vandal but I guess it's hard to gauge
Travel any highway in this land and you can probably catch his track
But you won't ever catch him in the act
Lord, I'm only just one man
Lord, I've only got two hands
Lord, I'll do the best I can
Now one day this world is gonna curl up and burst
It's gonna choke on it's own tongue and die of it's own thirst
Until that day comes our roads will always be long
But he's left signposts to guide us along
On overpass columns from Mexico to Maine
The color may vary but the message doesn't change
He knows he's not judged by his works, he does it just the same
And at the start of every day he would pray:
Lord, I'm only just one man
Lord, I've only got two hands
Lord, I'll do the best I can
Lord, help me help them to understand
โฑ๏ธ Synced Lyrics
[00:03.61] Traveling salesman, the road was his love as he
[00:17.24] Carved a path through all the struggle and the strife of this
[00:20.90] Great big nation falling to its knees
[00:23.64] Oh lord, please
[00:26.32] Give us the strength
[00:27.27] The World Book was his trade but paint was his tool
[00:31.21] A Chrystler his engine but the Good Book his fuel
[00:34.94] Concrete his canvas, his message was simple
[00:38.52] And at the start of everyday he would pray:
[00:41.33] Lord, I'm only just one man
[00:47.01] Lord, I've only got two hands
[00:50.74] Lord, I'll do the best I can
[01:01.68] San Diego to Boston and all points between
[01:09.80] From Brownsville, Texas up to Canada in the spring
[01:11.68] From the Great Smoky Mountains to the Bitteroot Range
[01:15.28] It's all the same
[01:16.15] Some'd say he's a messenger and some would say a sage
[01:22.74] Some would say a vandal but I guess it's hard to gauge
[01:26.49] Travel any highway in this land and you can probably catch his track
[01:30.04] But you won't ever catch him in the act
[01:32.71] Lord, I'm only just one man
[01:38.29] Lord, I've only got two hands
[01:41.85] Lord, I'll do the best I can
[01:47.32] Now one day this world is gonna curl up and burst
[02:49.92] It's gonna choke on it's own tongue and die of it's own thirst
[02:53.54] Until that day comes our roads will always be long
[02:57.38] But he's left signposts to guide us along
[03:00.14] On overpass columns from Mexico to Maine
[03:04.68] The color may vary but the message doesn't change
[03:08.34] He knows he's not judged by his works, he does it just the same
[03:12.94] And at the start of every day he would pray:
[03:16.59] Lord, I'm only just one man
[03:21.09] Lord, I've only got two hands
[03:24.75] Lord, I'll do the best I can
[03:31.24] Lord, help me help them to understand
[04:04.81]
[00:17.24] Carved a path through all the struggle and the strife of this
[00:20.90] Great big nation falling to its knees
[00:23.64] Oh lord, please
[00:26.32] Give us the strength
[00:27.27] The World Book was his trade but paint was his tool
[00:31.21] A Chrystler his engine but the Good Book his fuel
[00:34.94] Concrete his canvas, his message was simple
[00:38.52] And at the start of everyday he would pray:
[00:41.33] Lord, I'm only just one man
[00:47.01] Lord, I've only got two hands
[00:50.74] Lord, I'll do the best I can
[01:01.68] San Diego to Boston and all points between
[01:09.80] From Brownsville, Texas up to Canada in the spring
[01:11.68] From the Great Smoky Mountains to the Bitteroot Range
[01:15.28] It's all the same
[01:16.15] Some'd say he's a messenger and some would say a sage
[01:22.74] Some would say a vandal but I guess it's hard to gauge
[01:26.49] Travel any highway in this land and you can probably catch his track
[01:30.04] But you won't ever catch him in the act
[01:32.71] Lord, I'm only just one man
[01:38.29] Lord, I've only got two hands
[01:41.85] Lord, I'll do the best I can
[01:47.32] Now one day this world is gonna curl up and burst
[02:49.92] It's gonna choke on it's own tongue and die of it's own thirst
[02:53.54] Until that day comes our roads will always be long
[02:57.38] But he's left signposts to guide us along
[03:00.14] On overpass columns from Mexico to Maine
[03:04.68] The color may vary but the message doesn't change
[03:08.34] He knows he's not judged by his works, he does it just the same
[03:12.94] And at the start of every day he would pray:
[03:16.59] Lord, I'm only just one man
[03:21.09] Lord, I've only got two hands
[03:24.75] Lord, I'll do the best I can
[03:31.24] Lord, help me help them to understand
[04:04.81]