Oh U my Lord,
U R adored
by all who've soared,
& have not stored
a treasure (fraud)
on earth4sord-
-id gain, but more d-
-id C they poured
their life & hoard
2 what's of gawd.
They won't B bored (!)
nor B ignored,
even through flawed.
He's our reward!
He gives a broad
(& sharpened) sword,
since we've implored
his help, & awed
(in 1 accord),
we stand (insured).
He now has roared!
My Lord, & Gawd!
I love both of these songs Paul!
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