The Beatles asked me
how does it feel to be
one of the beautiful people?

They said
"Baby you're a rich man"

But at least I didn't keep the plagues
in a big brown bag
inside a zoo
and now they're gone
and there isn't a thing darkness can do

I guess it feels like going through the worst thing that could ever happen
at least to me

And I still pray that there's light at the end of the tunnel
regarding promises, desires, and love
because they still enrapture my being
in the Holy of Holies

Perhaps I was the one who needed salvation
as God said that He marveled
that there was no intercessor

And perhaps His grace worked in me
and now no one else has the plagues to reap
just the blessings of my prophecy
and a faith and believing
in His words
according to His rest
because works and class systems
aren't the way that I entered in

And perhaps God still has Mystery for me
even her revealing
in which she may want to be with me

Beauty doesn't even describe her
because she's so far beyond just being skin deep

She has personality
sense of humor
she's caring, considerate, kind
sweet
and has a quietness that I want to gently touch upon
like feeling a rose petal
or brushing such gorgeous hair
upon the face

I'll trust God
even if not only for this life
He won't disappoint
nor leave me in check mate

And in this Promised Land
I don't have to worry about demons
the evil flesh
plagues
or any other evil thing

*Lyrics from the Beatles' "Baby you're a rich man"