Broken Radio from Side B by Reverend James Elmore Jenkins

I sit by the window listening to my broken radio
It tells me of all the places that I'm meant to go
I feel the heat deep within I feel the sparks from the flame
And from way up on high I hear him call my name

I sit and listen to the sounds from my broken radio
It tells me of all the things that I'm supposed to know
I get my guitar out and play but it ain't quite the same
And still that voice from up on high is calling my name

But I got out, I stumbled about
And I was finally able to see
What the Lord had in store for me

I still sometimes think about my broken radio
And if I reaped the harvest from the seeds that it did sow
The phases and stages the written pages of all that I've been through
It taught me in the strangest of ways and it led me straight to you

I still sometimes think about my broken radio

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