I am an orphan, I have nothing to my name
But I am an heir to the throne
I was a lowly servant, till the Father came
And made this mansion my home
The lines have fallen for me
In pleasant places
I have a Beautiful Inheritance indeed
Though they may call me just an orphan in these streets
I know my Father waits for me
I once was lost until He found me on the road
And showed me all that could be mine
I told him I'm not worthy of this kind of gold
But He'd already paid the price
The lines have fallen for me
In pleasant places
I have a Beautiful Inheritance indeed
I'd still be searching, lost and wandering the streets
If He had not adopted me
My Father owns the cattle on a thousand hills
He put the stars in the sky
I know that He has loved me, and He always will
Though there may be no reason why
The lines have fallen for me
In pleasant places
I have a Beautiful Inheritance indeed
Though I may never be an heiress on these streets
I know that heaven waits for me
My Father owns the cattle on a thousand hills
But I'm an orphan on the streets
what i'm going to do with my life after france
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so...i often get the question, "et apres France?" (and after France?)
"Je ne sais pas" (I don't know)
However, I don't like answering with that response. Ya...
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