Temporary - Neema Gospel Choir

You never thought that Karma actually came back to you You use to cling to anyone who was just passing through Dressed like you only shop at park avenue You learned that one plus one don't always make two And that's a tough lesson Lying down in your bed but you're not resting You hate the fact that they exploited you for your affection So you made sure next time to show that your love is a weapon Found one and got to testing You loved it cuz i know how much you just loved the attention But is it really love or really was it self-protection? You're a person but lately you feel like a possession And you know others do the same But all the others wild and you think for you its tame But you've too afraid to see the whole picture frame I know rather you'd close your eyes and let it set aflame But now you gotta choose Tryna find lasting love in one afternoon left you confused You can't have it both ways and that's your excuse Ain't nothing permanent bout temporary tattoos You treat opportunities like it was bad news You seem a little lost but haven't lost your values You've got a lot of talk but you've been living in a vacuum Running from the problem with some brand new track shoes And that's the difference between me and you I'm not perfect but at least I try to see it through Cuz every time there is a road block and i get delayed I think about much worse it would be if I just stayed Lately I've thought of you You've always been the type of person to just stick and move Maybe if you stop awhile you could just enjoy the view Find the kind of love that sticks forever like a tattoo, yeah

Legg barnet mitt lunt i et teppe Og la oss få hvile og ro. Det var ikke plass hos det travle, Det var ikke plass til oss to. Når livet blir til, må det elskes, Og elskes fordi det er til. Så vanskelig er det å la det få rom, Få rom til å bli hva det vil. Han kom som at lys fra Guds himmel, En engel fortalte meg alt. Og jeg tok i mot, og var åpen. Jeg visste at nå var jeg kalt Til bare å være en åker Der såkomet gror av seg selv. Så lot jeg mysteriet sakte ta form I barnet jeg fødte i kveld. Vi fant ikke husrom, du lille, Det var ikke plass noe sted. Og så ble du lagt i en krybbe, Nå fyller du mørket med fred, Og varmen fra husdyr er blandet Med duft av din nyfødte hud. Så sterkt og så nært er ditt ansikt i natt, Du evide, sårbare Gud. Svøp sjalet rundt barnet som sover Og la oss få hvile og ro. Det var ikke plass hos de travle, Det var ikke plass til oss to. Når livet blir til, må det elskes, Og elskes fordi det er til. Så vanskelig er det å la det få rom, Få rom til å bli hva det vil