He Is On His Way

The good lord made us So why do you fuss He gave us everything we need From useful food down to a useless bead It took six days to make Kinda like a perfect cake Each thing has its spot Every creature gets their shot He rested on Sunday Worship him your own way He will come back You don’t have to pack You will rise No matter your size The good lord is on his route That’s what he is all aboit He gave his only son On this earth he didn’t have much fun He died for our sins Now we need to chalk up some wins Be ready he will be here Don’t be caught with that beer