Sometimes you would look at life to be so strange
Questions arise
Because many have been so mean
You wouldn't want to know more because their sneaky reasons
Come as echoes of a lie
You wouldn't want to know more
But God's love and grace
Life is a garden of flowers
A box of chocolates
A book of tales
And for whatever reason it may be, joy comes from goodness and love
I have a heart, beyond bots. You can touch me
Teach me your ways Lord
Again and again, that I may never go weary
But firm in faith and Your shimmering greatness
Come Holy Spirit
Holy angels and Saints, pray for us
Send O Lord, holy apostles into Your church!
/rosevoc
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