Life
The world
the great big globe
6 billion people.
Population growing everyday.
People have babies,
raise them and die,
for some the years
Just fly by.
Friends are made,
loved and lost,
many men and women
pay the ultimate cost.
We live,
we die,
The years
they fly by,
and we never stop
to look back to God.
Does he love us?
should he care?
where is he?
I go to him there.
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