| Song | God's Will |
| Artist | Martina McBride |
| Album | Martina |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Dean, Douglas | |
| I met God's | |
| Will on a | |
| Halloween night | |
| He was dressed as a bag of leaves | |
| It hid the braces on his legs at first | |
| His smile was as bright as the | |
| August sun | |
| When he looked in me | |
| As he struggled down the driveway, it almost made me hurt | |
| Will don't walk too good | |
| Will don't talk too good | |
| He won't do the things that the other kids do in our neighborhood | |
| I've been searchin', wonderin', thinkin' | |
| Lost and lookin' all my life | |
| I've been wounded, jaded, loved and hated | |
| I've wrestled wrong and right | |
| He was a boy without a father and his mother's miracle | |
| I've been readin', writin', prayin', fightin' | |
| I guess I would be still | |
| Yeah, that was until | |
| I knew God's | |
| WillWill's mom had to work two jobs | |
| We'd watch him when she had to work late | |
| And we'd all laugh like | |
| I hadn't laughed since | |
| I don't know when' | |
| Hey Jude' was his favorite song | |
| At dinner he'd ask to pray | |
| And then he'd pray for everybody in the world but him | |
| I've been searchin', wonderin', thinkin' | |
| Lost and lookin' all my life | |
| I've been wounded, jaded, loved and hated | |
| I've wrestled wrong and right | |
| He was a boy without a father and his mother's miracle | |
| I've been readin', writin', prayin', fightin' | |
| I guess I would be still | |
| Yeah, that was until | |
| I knew God's | |
| WillBefore they moved to | |
| California | |
| His mother said, they didn't think he'd live | |
| And she said each day that | |
| I have him, well it's just another gift | |
| And I never got to tell her, that the boy showed me the truth | |
| In crayon red, on notebook paper, he'd written | |
| Me and God love you | |
| I've been searchin', prayin', wounded, jaded | |
| I guess I would be still | |
| Yeah that was until | |
| I met God's | |
| Will on a | |
| Halloween night | |
| He was dressed as a bag of leaves |
| zuo ci : Dean, Douglas | |
| I met God' s | |
| Will on a | |
| Halloween night | |
| He was dressed as a bag of leaves | |
| It hid the braces on his legs at first | |
| His smile was as bright as the | |
| August sun | |
| When he looked in me | |
| As he struggled down the driveway, it almost made me hurt | |
| Will don' t walk too good | |
| Will don' t talk too good | |
| He won' t do the things that the other kids do in our neighborhood | |
| I' ve been searchin', wonderin', thinkin' | |
| Lost and lookin' all my life | |
| I' ve been wounded, jaded, loved and hated | |
| I' ve wrestled wrong and right | |
| He was a boy without a father and his mother' s miracle | |
| I' ve been readin', writin', prayin', fightin' | |
| I guess I would be still | |
| Yeah, that was until | |
| I knew God' s | |
| WillWill' s mom had to work two jobs | |
| We' d watch him when she had to work late | |
| And we' d all laugh like | |
| I hadn' t laughed since | |
| I don' t know when' | |
| Hey Jude' was his favorite song | |
| At dinner he' d ask to pray | |
| And then he' d pray for everybody in the world but him | |
| I' ve been searchin', wonderin', thinkin' | |
| Lost and lookin' all my life | |
| I' ve been wounded, jaded, loved and hated | |
| I' ve wrestled wrong and right | |
| He was a boy without a father and his mother' s miracle | |
| I' ve been readin', writin', prayin', fightin' | |
| I guess I would be still | |
| Yeah, that was until | |
| I knew God' s | |
| WillBefore they moved to | |
| California | |
| His mother said, they didn' t think he' d live | |
| And she said each day that | |
| I have him, well it' s just another gift | |
| And I never got to tell her, that the boy showed me the truth | |
| In crayon red, on notebook paper, he' d written | |
| Me and God love you | |
| I' ve been searchin', prayin', wounded, jaded | |
| I guess I would be still | |
| Yeah that was until | |
| I met God' s | |
| Will on a | |
| Halloween night | |
| He was dressed as a bag of leaves |
| zuò cí : Dean, Douglas | |
| I met God' s | |
| Will on a | |
| Halloween night | |
| He was dressed as a bag of leaves | |
| It hid the braces on his legs at first | |
| His smile was as bright as the | |
| August sun | |
| When he looked in me | |
| As he struggled down the driveway, it almost made me hurt | |
| Will don' t walk too good | |
| Will don' t talk too good | |
| He won' t do the things that the other kids do in our neighborhood | |
| I' ve been searchin', wonderin', thinkin' | |
| Lost and lookin' all my life | |
| I' ve been wounded, jaded, loved and hated | |
| I' ve wrestled wrong and right | |
| He was a boy without a father and his mother' s miracle | |
| I' ve been readin', writin', prayin', fightin' | |
| I guess I would be still | |
| Yeah, that was until | |
| I knew God' s | |
| WillWill' s mom had to work two jobs | |
| We' d watch him when she had to work late | |
| And we' d all laugh like | |
| I hadn' t laughed since | |
| I don' t know when' | |
| Hey Jude' was his favorite song | |
| At dinner he' d ask to pray | |
| And then he' d pray for everybody in the world but him | |
| I' ve been searchin', wonderin', thinkin' | |
| Lost and lookin' all my life | |
| I' ve been wounded, jaded, loved and hated | |
| I' ve wrestled wrong and right | |
| He was a boy without a father and his mother' s miracle | |
| I' ve been readin', writin', prayin', fightin' | |
| I guess I would be still | |
| Yeah, that was until | |
| I knew God' s | |
| WillBefore they moved to | |
| California | |
| His mother said, they didn' t think he' d live | |
| And she said each day that | |
| I have him, well it' s just another gift | |
| And I never got to tell her, that the boy showed me the truth | |
| In crayon red, on notebook paper, he' d written | |
| Me and God love you | |
| I' ve been searchin', prayin', wounded, jaded | |
| I guess I would be still | |
| Yeah that was until | |
| I met God' s | |
| Will on a | |
| Halloween night | |
| He was dressed as a bag of leaves |