You can taste the weekend arriving
Writing words to prove a point
Or loving a god
The heavens above always gives a nod.
None of us are perfect
No matter how we proclaim we are
There is a far in heaven
Who loves you, and he is never they far.
Close your eyes
Put your hands together in total faith
The father the protect
Shall deflect and sort of wrath.
Love him
You shall feel at peace
These words truly matter
And his power never cease.
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