It is a nation of roses God, they may need their Psalms,
And salts and sugars you place in my palms,
Let Christans see the world of faith and it’s realms.

My cross has no power bit the four directions,
It’s a needle in my heart, as word in selections,
A language of it’s own, and countless dialectiions.

God mighty you are and Almighty your name,
And abuse of faith, your followers always condemn,
Can we be framed when all are captured in your frame?

So guide all faiths, through the broken mirrors,
Cause we’ll always be rocking, church chanters, chillers,
There is no space for false in my faith, no fillers.

So purify their faith with the graciousness and mercy,
And whose to say which Christians are, which are not worthy?
So bless us with your faith, help your little birdie.

Sparrow is wing an of the great eagle,
She flies high in the skies in her manners reagle,
Let there be love, let light emerge through the sound of beagle.