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