Вершы: Rich Mullins. Prisoner.

Some people say they live for no good reason
I gues they live to spite
The very things they chose not to believe in
And the love they must deny
I don't want that kind of--they call it "freedom"
If I have to be a cynic when I die

Chorus:
I'd rather be a prisoner, lock me in and never elt me out
I'd rather be a prisoner of Your love than to be the champion of my doubt

Some people say this world will end with a whimper
And some say with bang
No matter how much your theories mgiht differ
It's passing just the same
And when it's gone I hope I can remember
Who to accuse and who I have to thank

Chorus:
I hope that I'm Your prisoner, maybe then you can transfer me out of here
I'd rather be a prisoner of Your love than to be the victim of their fears

I hear that door shut, I hear the lock snap
I know that when You took me that You'd never let me go back
I see the people, I hear their angry shouts, and I know that when You locked me in
You locked the world out

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