Jesus, I'm tired.
Tell Jesus I said,
walked ten roads to Galilee,
tell Jesus I'm dead.
He builds the hour glass,
we hold it up,
He pours His holy grains of sand
til we've had enough.
Jesus, I'm tired.
Tell Jesus I said,
mine is the most sinful life
I've ever led.
Go up a child,
come back a man.
Stay away til there's hair on your chest and
blood on your hands.
Jesus, I'm tired.
Tell Jesus I said,
walked ten roads to Galilee,
tell Jesus I'm dead.
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