There is something I must impart
When God's name, in vain, is erupting
It saddens me deep in the heart
Do you know this very morning
I uttered a prayer and felt God's love
Such that now I am in mourning
That you speak thoughtlessly of Him above
Whether His name's shouted to express shock
Or is loudly exclaimed in joy or anger
It is still a tool that does mock
And hits me here, (my heart) like a dagger
Next time you mention our Father
Who dwells in glory and sacredness
May you remember He is the author
And finisher of our happiness






















































































































































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