I forget to write letters to you, so occupied,
You hear prayers, receive all the certified,
Then let me praise you, tell you, you did best,
Among all the theory, with God theory I will rest.

When they’ll wake up they’ll look for their souls,
Will be reminded what they did with their life’s goals,
Then you are the path, the dignity of being alive,
All that’s lost, through you I am seeing revive.

When did things were ever about us, it’s all about you,
Where all logics fail, yours is the one that gets through,
No one can hold on to happiness forever and when all belongs,
To you when all returns, I can only sing the psalms and songs,

There was a reason you created all in seven days,
You showed us you shared the bite of patience in heaven ways,
What’s traveling inside us if humanity could see its sacrifices,
Out of love it will drink away all their sins and all the vices.

Who would dare to replace you, truth is oddessay impossible,
When I think of your patience, my tears say its applausible,
Why did you took seven days what you could build in a snap,
Yes, Bible tells the truth, life’s story wasn’t a clap.

Our stories will always be in the making, yours is complete,
We dig ourselves hollow in a fragile moment you never deplete,
Not to chase the world, stay faithful, seek your light,
And to keep up these commandments, I daily fight, daily fight.

Can’t store the credits, cause people of Church need reliance,
Praying for the victory’s truth, not admitting world’s defiance,
I hope prayers will work, you listen to followers of high priest,
So I thank you for the bread you give me, and all the holy fiest.

You take all the fallen, the meek, the needy, and the orphans,
Of the warriors you are sure they’ll live through their sore funs,
When you give me faith to go on, I have no choice but surrender,
Everything is your collasal picture, every frame of it you render.

Our disappearing kind, and who knows your mind, what’s tomorrow,
What if I wake up in heaven and you are not there, will I ever,
Wake up from that sorrow?

So many non-living objects, with you I can never complain,
When I am out of options, I know for me you always have a plan,
I break down my faith, spill the doubts never caring about it,
You are worth every penny of soul, let them perish who doubt it.

In your country, angels proud say look at things human made,
I can’t get to anyone’s heart, not like with your light you invade,
Bless the Church with your fragrance, facts, truth, and reality,
Give the bodies to the truth, give souls their magic and fertility.