Only God Knows When To Take Away the Altar
A year: good, fair or bad has come and gone
The fairy tale you tell may be touching
Satan tried but no reason so to morn
Of your past, it has not been that clutching
Lord called and draw away you from the world
Yet tough but thou search not of other way
Of priesthood's challenges you've unfurled
Humility cum your eon's hooray
Though no where has defeats enough as grave
Our eon may be cruel:somewhat paradise
Wherever you are your father's ways have
When the seed dies then, new life set to rise
Rejoice of birthday and shout with laughter
Cos for you-- DEATH Jesus holds and slaughter
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