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Taken With It

By Thomas McMah


No more dreaming of tomorrow;

No more feelings of sorrow:

I won’t be taken with it.


In my eyes, there’s been crying;

In my mind, there’s been fighting:

I won’t be taken with it.


I’m going to smile at my window;

Right as the wind blows;

For one day:

I’ll be taken with it.


One day,

Out in the fields of old;

I’ll feel the Lord's hand on my soul:

Let me be taken with it.


I’ll give my Father hug;

I’ll give my Mother a kiss;

Oh that pure love, I will miss.

Oh that pure love:

I will be taken with it.


By Thomas McMah


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