Fragile and precious
Have breath and conscious
In view to the righteous
It is meaningful and victorious.
My eyes are captured
While the rising sun is nurtured
And the sunset will be tortured
See how it is being manufactured.
Physical law of the land
Is corrupted with unjust demand
But Spiritual law of God’s command
Will surely save us through his loving hand.
Finally the curse of creation
Will be shown in the great tribulation
If you despise the correction
Of the written words of instruction.
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