Is a divining run defining your walk with God?

You're wearing cleats

You've no contempts spread from footsteps with familiar tread

I'm washing feet

But you're so open, open, open

I don't see your [?]

Right through the tears, the [?], the mournful cries

I've swallowed them down the past few weeks

Forklift to [?]

Forget to right up off the ground

And all that's said and done, the battle's lost

The grudge is won, we'll try to sleep

And overnight, the wounds will heal

In spite of themselves

But for now, they're open, open, open

I could use a [?] pocketbook

Give me the answer yes I'm ready yes

I'm sitting down I'm ready to speak

[Chorus x8]

I need a forklift to

Get this pilgrim's progress off the ground

Forklift to

Get this pilgrim's progress off the ground...