I thank the lord my god for his goodness,
the life that I can eat and keep as well.
It fills me up and I can go for miles,
His gifts and cakes noone can buy or sell.
It's like he waits for me to understand,
that holding on to life makes me live less,
abundantly, this butterfly in hand,
is only free if I do not compress.
And so, I try to let go of myself,
and let his goodness live through me instead,
This is how I get to have true wealth,
and heavens open up in heart and head.
Please, open up this man to your great love,
please pour into him water, so to clean,
refresh him with a waterfall above,
and save him from a living hell, latrine.
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