He never ask why .
Give an ear ,
Oh heaven while I speak .
Let the earth harken to the words
Of my mouth .
May my instruction soak
In like the rain in spring ,
And my discourse permeate
Like the dew in early morning ,
Like a big down pour upon the grass ,
Like a shower upon the crops .
His words bring light from the darkness
And will still the storm .
His words heal the sick .
You need to believe in him
For he is a special father for us .
I Love You All
By Brock
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