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
Copyright © Marc Mullins | Year Posted 2010
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