A church steeple is stood outside,
In every body's sight,
Where anybody can wak in,
To see Jesus's light.
As children of our lord God,
Foolish men are we,
Yet we walk on through this long world,
While heavens above grieve.
No one will ever understand,
The way of our Gods power,
It's something that we choose to find,
In this world that's so sour.
Go on abusing God's gift of life,
Heaven will come to die.
And with our thoughtless, childish minds,
We won't understand why.
2006-09-23
07:12:15
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