Sons of God

I am a son of God, that lives in the Assemblies of God That’s not too far, but very near and clear I have no fear, no worries, no doubt, it’s clear He sent His only Son, to bring me near Which I believe On Christmas Day (in which we celebrate) I receive That Gift from God, which set me apart It’s not that odd, and not too far For you too receive, and to become a son of God He’s not from Mars, nor Jupiter, gnaw Pluto Not Venus, gnaw Uranus He’s brighter than the morning star As the sun stood still, the moonshine bright For a full day, it didn’t go down. Behold; Look! He brings again the shadow of the degrees, Which is gone, down in the sun dial of Ahaz, Ten degrees backward, by which degrees it was Gone down, the voice of him that cries in the wilderness Prepare the way for the Son of God Bringing many sons of God, to all who past the test Given His best, to all who must confess, and come into His rest.