The Father of Help
God, the Father, will help us out along the way and He will carry our loads whenever we ask for His perpetual aid. He knows our needs and pulls out the greed weeds.
Ask for His help and He will save us
From falling away into the dust of worthless abomination
We are all in the same, rowdy bus
God will protect us with His son, who died for our sins in the long run - His Kingdom of Illumination
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