You Are a Gift
Why do you drift, my friend
Sniffing out other land?
Your God, your father
Hath made you with a plan.
Wandering in foreign fields
Leads to nothing but astray
Pretending for another
Is not the righteous way.
Stay true to your family born
I promise, you won’t be dismayed
For when you’re ripe and old
You’ll see your path you laid.
Written by,
Terry Shepherd
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