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The Fiftieth Floor of Heaven
 

 
On the fiftieth floor of heaven
In the executive penthouse suite
Sat the Commander in Chief
The creator of the planets and galaxies

He had a map of Washington DC
With a file of photos and facts
Look what they're doing in my name
It's a sin the way some of them act

He was talking to Peter
He was talking to Paul
He was talking to Jesus
But God isn't talking
To some of these people at all

I offer them peace, they want vengeance
I offer them faith, they want power
I offer them mercy, but they want money
I offer them hope, they complain by the hour

They poison themselves with their judgment
They flatter themselves with their pride
I tell them the truth that would set them free
But they build walls in which they can hide

He was talking to Peter
He was talking to Paul
He was talking to Jesus
But God isn't talking
To some of these people at all


If you do it to one of these, do it to me
If you give it to one of these, give it to me
If you spit upon one of these, spit upon me
If you rip off, lie to, cheat on, show no mercy
You might as well be doing everything to me


He's talking to you ,He's talking to me
He's talking to everyone in history

On the fiftieth floor of heaven
In the executive penthouse suite
Sat the Commander in Chief
The creator of the planets and galaxies

By Mike Mezz

© 2019 Mike Mezz (All rights reserved)

 

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