I Love the Lord

Yes, I miss you Whitney Houston I love the, the Lord He heard my cry And pitied every groan Long as I, I live And troubles rise I hasten to (Great John on the beat, by the way) Oh, I love the Lord (I love the Lord) I sure do, surely do love the Lord He heard, he heard my cry (he heard my cry) And pitied every groan, yes he did (and pitied every groan) Every, every groan Long as I live, long as I, I live (long as I live) And troubles rise, troubles rise (and troubles rise) (To, to, to, to) one of my (To, to, to, to) one of my favorite things (To, to, to, to) (To, to, to, to) one of my favorite things Was when Whitney would call me or I would call Whitney She would simply sing her "Hello" "Hello, Bebe, my brother" And I would just simply return "Hello, Whitney, my sister" "Hello, Bebe, my brother" And I would just simply return "Hello, Whitney, my sister" And so I, I, I miss those phone calls No matter what we talked about The fact that we sung it to each other is what I miss the most Yes, I miss you, Whitney Houston