Southern Comfort (Hue I Am) feat. Lisa McClendon

Written by Timothy Welbeck

Biblical References: Job 8:8-10, Psalm 103:4, Ecclesiastes 12:9-10, Jeremiah 29:11; 31:3, Hosea 4:6, I Corinthians 1:26-30, 15:10; Ephesians 4:1-3; 7-16, Romans 10:13-17; I Timothy 1:18-19; 4:12, II Timothy 1:5-10

Verse 1
I was born by the river/In a land where the vehicle of choice was a [Cadil]lac or Chevy pick up/And the side of the track you were at is how that differed/There’s no need to rehash those facts, that just how it was/I was born to an African from over the oceans of blue/And a southern belle whose life plays the most melodious tune/In a city where blue was the hue that colored your mood/I was in the midst of it all, but I wasn’t consumed/Before I was in a stroller, the church is where I would grow up/And as I grew older it was the only life that I would know of/And from Sunday to Sunday I would learn of His one way/Knowing I would be able to make sense of it one day/And when I didn’t understand, it was good for me back then/Because something happened in all of that hand clapping and foot patting/I drew nigh unto the Lord, and He drew nigh unto me/And that’s when Jesus became my role model, all that I aspire to be

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This is my sto-sto-sto-story, this is my song/Praising my Savior all the day long (repeat)

Verse 2
In the city that slayed the King who daydreamed/There was a little church where my parents would take me/And afterwards we ate chicken, greens and baked beans/Then talked about what the preacher was saying/The church was small, some times the floors would creak/But we knew on Sundays, through that preacher man, the Lord would speak/And my parents would see, and would be imploring me/Come with us, stay in your seat, and you’ll receive/A blessing from the Lord that will be yours to keep/And in the passing of time, I was sure to see/That this preaching and teaching was leading me to believing/And transformed the rambunctious deviant/Who climbed on tree limbs until you would want to beat him/Into the man today that you’re seeing/Who followed the training of his father and his mother/Living in what I like to call southern comfort

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Verse 3
A friend said, “God is a painter and our lives are His canvas”/And I say, “Man is painted in the hue of His grandness/It’s enchanting how God stands and colors in our struggles with the beauty of His planning”/That is how I became the man that you find/So I’m like Brother Malcolm is what I say in my rhymes/Any good in me, you can say is divine/The glory is God’s, the mistakes are mine/And I just show the world the airbrushes of His touches/And tell them how much He loves them/But they say my words are heavy, that I’m heavy in speech/But heavy indeed are the burdens we keep/So when I speak, it’s urgent I weigh all of my verses with heed/That the weight of each may bring each person to their knees and their ear to the streets/That they will hear the people’s needs/And intercede, that they might repent and believe/It isn’t too deep, it’s simple you see/I just want to be used, and get God’s Word out to His people/And if you would just listen, you would know all that you need to . . .


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