Don't let the world step on your soul....
Jesus says to come to Him like children...The basic sentiment of this song speaks to that innocent quality and genuine faith that I so often see in the kids I work with and that sometimes rises up in me only to get quickly dashed by 'reality'...
Don't Let the World Step on Your Soul
(Todd Schroeder, Ron Miller)
My God, how new you are
Still untouched by time
You're breathing every dream
Hang on to who you are
Create your own design
'Cause dreamers must run to extremes
Hey, little one, I can tell your an easy believer
And you cry at the sunset While the rest of the tribe calls you fool
Your mind will eat humble pie
While your hungry heart chokes on the rules
But, baby, don't let the world step on your soul.
Hey, little one, I can tell you're a new generation
in the scheme of creation
'Cause you care about people and pain
While all the wheelers and dealers
And the prime-timers call you insane
But, baby don't let the world step on your soul.
Hey, little one, I can tell you're
The voice of compassion
In a concert of anger
Where the young can't relate to the old
You are the warmth of illusion at a time when our
Hearts have turned cold.
Oh, baby, don't let the world step on your soul.
Don't Let the World Step on Your Soul
(Todd Schroeder, Ron Miller)
My God, how new you are
Still untouched by time
You're breathing every dream
Hang on to who you are
Create your own design
'Cause dreamers must run to extremes
Hey, little one, I can tell your an easy believer
And you cry at the sunset While the rest of the tribe calls you fool
Your mind will eat humble pie
While your hungry heart chokes on the rules
But, baby, don't let the world step on your soul.
Hey, little one, I can tell you're a new generation
in the scheme of creation
'Cause you care about people and pain
While all the wheelers and dealers
And the prime-timers call you insane
But, baby don't let the world step on your soul.
Hey, little one, I can tell you're
The voice of compassion
In a concert of anger
Where the young can't relate to the old
You are the warmth of illusion at a time when our
Hearts have turned cold.
Oh, baby, don't let the world step on your soul.
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