Testo di How Great Our Lord

Angels: He isn't in the garden Nor on the golden stair We searched beside the campground But we couldn't find him there You know He's very busy For he listens to every prayer Almost every prayer Almost, almost When He's gone, we miss him We miss our Lord [The Lord enters.] Whoa Lord Whoa Lord: Sorry ladies, to make you wait There's a couple of Buddhists at the Pearly Gate They asked permission to come on board A: What'd you do Lord? L: I had 'em put out with the trash Sing it! A: Whoa Lord! How great our Lord Whoa Lord! How great! H ow great our Lord L: Ladies. Ladies! Why does the earth, glide by below Like a great big rubber ball? Angel: We don't know Lord L: Why does the bird, fly through the sky Why does the apple fall? Angels: We don't know. L: Folks up here, they ask me why Things go so badly down below I tell them when they ask me why I really do not know Angel: But you do know, don't you Lord? L: 'Course I do! Sing it! Angels: Whoa Lord! H ow great our Lord. L: Sing it ladies! A: Oh Lord! How great! So great So great Whoa Lord! How great our Lord Whoa Lord! How great our Lord