We Offer Our Blessings of Love
Our Heavenly Father graced of
Playtime
To remind
Despite our past sins
We are precious to him
We are always able to conquer
For he is our Mentor
As our Lord did select
Our Lord as our Architect
I always believed in you
We always rose within your values
Kept well mannered
I looked up to my Elders
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