It started out with the will to live,
And turned into something that was perfectly kind;
Through kindness and goodness and what makes things right,
He repeated and relived it through his eternal light.
Perfectly kind you say, it is fair to us all,
That someone should have total control of Earth's ball;
That when the days dead and done and we all eat our dinner,
Jesus Christ our God turned all from sinner to winner.
From picking up sticks till the last Autumn fall,
The stray sheep picked up or the lost lamb his call;
Even the weather and whether it was true right at all,
Perfectly kind through the year's, days and their night tall.
The ships in the harbour and all the fun of the fair,
The sun shining brightly and the clouds to compare;
The noise of the traffic and each car it's plate,
All humbly turning under the course of Earth's weight.
The stars in the heavens and people come and go,
Funeral and weddings for everyone to know;
A walk around the park or a run and its way,
Perfectly kind from a year and untill the day.
The food and appointments and a look at the view,
Traveling all around and the people were true to;
University lectures to the pens that I used,
To write this poetry and the bank note number issued.
Signed,
For business and success
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