Give God your heart and soul,
no matter how old,
for in His hands we are all one family,
and Jesus died to be our plan B,
Because if we put the Lord first,
We'll never die of thirst,
And since we wouldn't need any money,
We'd never go hungry,
And if we could just all believe,
I can guarantee tomorrow we'd live free.
But because this life is a game,
Every single person is out there looking for fame,
We've forgotten never to leave without packing Jesus in our bags,
so in away our 'armour' is made of rags,
and I say this because we've build our foundations in the clouds and when it all comes tumbling down,
we sit and wonder why we hit the ground.

Oh, but there is a plan,
There is a better land,
There is still He,
Whom I choose to name Thee Dignitary,
Although He doesn't really need,
He is more than pleased to lead.
Just as He 'forgives',
we should learn to 'give',
because it's the small things that are usually taken for granted.
Until you're down for more than a minute.