by Steve Ivey
I've never seen a straight one on the ground or in a tree
But when you stop to think about it, they're a lot like you and me
A little rough around the edges, imperfections, there's a few
With just a little carvin', you got one you could use!
Crooked sticks, crooked sticks
Well, there's never been one that God couldn't straighten up and fix
Aint no one of us born perfect, no, we're all crooked sticks
I've read about Zacchaeus sittin' high up in a tree
How God had a purpose for him far beyond what he could see
Crafty and dishonest, despised by all the town
Jesus took a shameless man, turned his life around!
Crooked sticks, crooked sticks
Well, there's never been one that God couldn't straighten up and fix
Aint no one of us born perfect, no, we're all crooked sticks
Crooked sticks, crooked sticks
Well, there's never been one that God couldn't straighten up and fix
Aint no one of us born perfect, no, we're all crooked sticks
There's never been one that God couldn't straighten up and fix
Aint no one of us born perfect, no, we're all crooked sticks
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