Fixed
O' joy! air con's fixed!
no more frost, no more worries;
where once was, now no leaks
where once hot, now we freeze!
O' joy! air con works!
gone are sweats, gone are heat;
paid a hundred to the clerk
now it works, ain't that neat?
O' joy! air con's cold!
no more sighs, though it rains;
now we smile, now we're bold
out of trouble, out of pain!
O' joy! air con thrives!
took so long, took a year;
now it works, bless our lives!
no more sadness, no more fears!
O' joy! air con's blessings!
from the Lord, from His Grace;
leap our hearts, our lips whistling
Praise the Lord, all thru' the days!
O' joy! air con's tweaked!
though once hot, more than bricks;
now we know His blessings greet
O' joy! air con's fixed!
Amen!
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