God, God come walk with me,
for I m not as strong as I used to be.
And I fear I m losing my belief.
God, God.
She left me like a bird,
recognizing danger.
Though I seem alright, I loved her,
and I want things as they were.

I m no good,
no good,
no good.
Come, come down,
come down,
come down.

Well, I know it seems I m awful young
to be wishing after the kingdom,
but with so many my age already gone,
it s no wonder I m feeling sick for home.
Well, I can t like myself every day,
but my family makes those things okay.
Whether I m good or not, hey,
they love me anyway.

I m no good,
no good,
no good.
Come, come down,
come down,
come down.

Jesus loves me like a bird,
never knowing danger.
That s the miracle that occurs
Whether or not you hear the word.
And I love, I love to cry.
As I love, love, would love to die,
as my resting place would be the sky,
and she s calling:

Come, come up,
come up, come up
Child of God,
Come up,
come up,
come!