As we're going through
A bumpy, jumpy, avenue
Depending on our hullabaloo
With a burden, that is in pursue
God sends our way, blessings
To make our load risings
A less required mounting
O' thanks heaps, Dear Lord
For each passing day onboard
Forever and a day, untold
Time without end, takes hold
© daniel miltz
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