People, God, wrestling in the mud, taking off burdens.

The more time we spend with each other,
The more we wrestle in the mud.
Our heart and soul burdened down with quagmire.

The more we spend time with God,
The more we see his smile. Calling out to our dear dad.
Where heavy burdens are lifted up, and the dirt of this world cleansed by the blood of the lamb.