Look
at the sky!
What
do you see?
Cloud?
Stars or the moon?
There’s
a land far beyond the cloud.
It’s
a land for the good only
For
that is where the Maker lives.
I’m
going to see the Maker
We’ll
be coming back for you.
Be
good my son
Be
righteous my son
For
the Maker is coming with a prize.
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