Above All

April 2, 2016

Above the sun and moon;

Residing and looking at my life,

You stand with love and mercy in tune.

Although I stand in this island of doom,

I know we will unite once I die;

Above the sun and moon.

As this world's chains and whips become immune,

My heart will go on with its strife;

You stand with love and mercy in tune.

Whether poor or rich like a tycoon;

I will praise you like a bee in its hive,

Above the sun and moon.

Even when I'm a liar and goon,

And a disturbing wild fruit fly;

You stand with love and mercy in tune.

Dear Lord, forgive me, for I have sinned against you;

For I can't go on in this filthy lie.

Above the sun and moon,

You stand with love and mercy in tune.

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