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Right she said it is off to bed, 
let"s get you up those stairs. 
It"s half past eight and getting late 
I want to hear your prayers. 

Oh no I thought as I was brought 
to the foot of my own bed. 
What will I say, oh what to pray 
so this is what I said. 

Christ"s tears decreased my fears 
and reduced my salt outtake. 
To take my blame make me the same 
deserves a firm handshake. 

To die for me to let me see 
my soul so stripped and bear. 
Is beyond belief a true relief 
that someone really cares. 

Now as for God the poor old sod 
he sacrificed his son. 
To create, anoint, to make a point 
for me and everyone. 

But the Devil knows the seeds he sows 
are all quite growing well, 
that not all faith can reach day eighth 
and makes an easier sell. 

So here we are, we"ve come this far 
in this our modern world. 
You can be devout about your doubt 
as your tongue becomes unfurled. 

So I just say what price to pay 
for mankind is surely bound. 
To take onboard all knowledge stored 
that those who"re lost are found. 

I"m all for firsts but what I thirst 
is something more mind numbing. 
I want to say, he"s on his way 
behold the second coming. 

Mother sighs and says "oh my, 
I think your faith is swaying." 
So I bow my head at end of bed 
and pretend that I"m still praying. 

She left the room in state of gloom, 
I thought well aint that odd 
no homework done, oh my what fun. 
There really is a God! 

© Ned Flanders

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