Praise,praise
He maketh a fire,
And water to cooleth it.
He crafted darkness,
And light to ease men’s fear of it.
Praise him
He maketh the valley green,
To flowers he giveth all beauty.
He maketh death
And birth to replace it.
He giveth the dove wings,
And the wild horse speed.
He maketh the anti christ,
And christianity to end their dreams.
Praise him more
For most of all he maketh a man,
And a woman to direct him.
Worthy our Praise
16 Thursday May 2013
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