"God of our life, there are days when the burdens we carry chafe our shoulders and weigh us down; when the road seems dreary and endless, the skies gray and threatening; when our lives have no music in them, and our hearts are lonely, and our souls have lost their courage. Flood the path with light, run our eyes to where the skies are full of promise; tune our hearts to brave music; give us the sense of comradeship with heroes and saints of every age; and so quicken our spirits that we may be able to encourage the souls of all who journey with us on the road of life, to your honor and glory."
The memories that's kept Inside a precious vessel Confirm that we are blessed Trekking through the mess and peril I express my life, Through fresh apparel Create my own two Third time is a charm too A brand for being different And a brand for being educated Both enlightened minds But have their own way of demonstrating I personify the fly Fresh to death I'm never that I'm flyer than an angel's wing Fly like life depend on that