Satan, Will To Hell, Be Eternally Hurled. Poem by Michael Gale

Hands clasped together as in prayer...
God is there, yes, he is there.

God looks down upon this ground...
I am here, i am sound.

I look up to God, up in the clouds avast...
Bad days of mine, thankfully, my ways... in the past.

Jesus, our Lord, Loves me so...
This the fact, that i know.

I wake up every morning, loving all...
I've heard my summons, God's loving call.

I weep of sorrow, when death comes a-calling...
This saddened state, i find appalling.

Then it's up to the air...
That i, send my prayer.

God is good...
In my life's new and improved, neighborhood.

God, is my new land-Lord...
This is my good and healthy new way, to accord.

Jesus is the light of the world...
Satan, will to Hell, be eternally hurled.