Dear Lord God the almighty who owns all
Grow him feathers to flying higher and not fall
Spark your guiding light
Whenever he is faced fright
Make this day be his first
Forgive all days sins nursed
Provide more grace to travel with you
Through his best and aging blue
Open his heart to impart more of Your counsels
Feeding on the richly garnished morsels
Gospels and guide his feet through sinking sand
To live the best for all troubles withstand
Wrap them in mercy
Mold all in grace
Usher the lingering hope's controversy
To shepherd his troubling pace
All these I ask
Oh Lord for your humble servant
The one that sees praise his task
And go all days so fervent
Nevertheless, not worthy
Make him creditworthy
Truly, he is mortal
In heaven, make him chortle
Happy birthday, dear friend
Enjoy your day off worries
And in music do blend
Refined and chilled breweries
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creditworthy, africa, age, art, birthday,
Form: Rhyme