I am sorry I used to transgress
But I had considerably so less,
You see I was brought up poor
Of which I was sore with abhor,
I used to have to provide myself
As I had little or no such wealth,
I had to beg and steal and borrow
To see me into the next tomorrow
Devoid of sorrow I did so know.
But our Lord preached forgiveness
And he so taught if you sought less
Than those that have more of best
Then you are meek and will reap
A place of worth in heavenly earth.
So play a tune like a heavenly harp
And love Jesus with all your heart
And so sing with a celestial Angel
To pull a string so you're not dull
But surprisingly lively with he/she
With all being happy as can so be
Especially your Brethren Brother
Or Sister, Mother, Father or lover.
Who are you family liking happy.
Copyright Andrew Stevenson 04/08/2024
Thank you. Love love, Andrew.
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