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!