YOUR SAY GOT MY DAY
Of all the words God has said,
He promised not to cast me in red;
Or suffer me to reap from the ground,
Despite how Adam makes difficulty abound.
Through all others' says unkept,
Your say got my day,
How others' says were well swept!
But Your words stand on rock,
And grant what others can't unlock.
Aging is no doubt of weird fun-
Cum duties to bail out under sun...
If eyeing the top wants gold crown,
Or never mind to be a great clown.
Time and crime are pair cum gains,
Your say got my day,
Despite all open cruel pains...
Weary of time- 'oh when'
But of crime- 'near to forget then'
You lift me beyond hidden cloud,
My voice in praise is made so loud.
Today, I gladly put up to grace a scene...
My yearly thanksgiving fondly green.
This atmosphere may be dull,
Your say got my day,
Listening to enjoy this lull...
This day counts more of grace,
Than for feats I have got to race.
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