This world has not been kind
Now back to the daily grind
Got so much to look foward to
All that love in between gotta be true

I have a blessed and cursed life
A certain kind of easy strife
Looking forward to it
To the time we meet and sit

My hand is gentle
My words are kind
My body is vexed though
Bread always starts off as dough

My Lord who shaped and formed you
Is my father, brother, and mother
From God is always a life worth living
Never a dull moment in giving

The possibilities are endless
Of what is written there is what is not
Can either be good or bad
Good for others or just yourselves?