If I had to keep my own feet on the ground, I’d fly away, and drift around, And wind up in Jesus’s lost and found. THANK THE LORD for gravity. If time lacked direction, or stopped when I asked, I’d cloister myself in the distant past. If I worked to undermine queens and kings, My day job wouldn’t last. Thank the Lord for the PASSAGE OF TIME. Thank the Lord for POLITICIANS. If I were not destined to die one day, I’d sit and I’d fritter eternity away. That’s what I’d do, if I had my way. Thank the Lord for MORTALITY. The kings on the hill are the kings on the hill Are the kings on the hill are the kings on the hill Are the kings on the hill are the kings on the hill, But the precious things I can change, I will.