Work of God

[Verse 1] It's the fault of the man upstairs I can't do nothing but stop and stare She's a work of God, mm A good 5'7", she speaks like heaven Got a spirit from across the pond She's a work of God And her mom And her Pops [Chorus] But what if my sinner lungs just poison her breath? And I'm dragging that angel down to her death? Dear God, don't tell the reverend Just keep her safe, and light my way To the work of God [Post-Chorus] Oh Wanna show her what kind of faith I got Oh (I'll give her all I got) [Verse 2] Angel presence like answered prayer With emerald eyes and jet-black hair My God Spent a little extra time on the woman she would be And put a couple states between her and me My God [Chorus] I'm just a no-good singer with sinful eyes Picturing her when I'm picturing my life Dear God, don't tell the reverend Just keep her safe, and light my way To the work of God [Post-Chorus] Oh Wanna show her what kind of faith I got