There is no power here on earth Can match the one above.
There is no force that's given birth Can win as much as love.
Of all the mighty guns of war,
None have gained a friend,
But all the care of friends that are,
Brings strength that comes within.
It is the hand of God that rules
In spite of what men say.
It is the greed that make men fools
And leads them all astray.
And blood may flow along the way
By some misguided deed,
And one may choose to live each day
Without a care to heed.
But in the end he'll surely fall
With all his thoughts to deem,
For when he comes to gain his pall,
'Tis God, his judge supreme.
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