I am a Son of the Lord

Since I like listening to church songs, I was probably inspired to make a spiritual poem. (But actually, I want to make a song XD)

Note: There are two pronounciations of our in the poem. Just know that for each line, there are 8 syllabes.

Read and comment! :) Vote for extras XD

That feeling that my notes are really short, and that why won't I just include it with the 1st part? Ok, here goes. . . (Nababaliw na ako! XD)

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I shall be guided by my Lord

With my language, we call the words.

I shall make my own sturdy swords -

Protect the good from evil hordes.

I shall not hate, I shall not want.

I shall not desire my own stunt

For the Lord fills my counted months,

And removes my misguided can'ts.

Praise the Lord who loves us the most,

Who is the King yet does not boast.

Oh, Praise the Lord, His holy ghost,

Who gides us always to the coast.

Forgive us Lord, our bad mistakes

And let our hearts feel their own wakes.

Let's not destroy the things He makes.

Avoid the wrath stronger than quakes.

Oh, Lord, we feel your calming breeze.

With you, our souls are not to freeze;

But when we go straight to the mist,

We find ourselves - the Lord we miss.

To drown ourselves with Your deep love,

With our souls white alike a dove,

Is like destiny is to grab,

Us, people, to Your mighty hands.

A pool of water, filled with tears,

A heart so tainted, full of smears,

A face so crumpled, done much leers,

Ain't gonna stop the Love of years.

The Lord loves us, precious humans,

Be sturdy or weak is our stance.

The Lord loves our different clans,

Be good or bad our hearts do dance.

Oh, Lord, we ask for salvation.

We ask for help for our mission.

Oh, Lord, we need a clear vision,

Your light for a good decision.

Praise the Lord, our Creator,

Our hearts, our souls, above to soar.

We couldn't really ask for more,

Because the Lord has us in store.

We thank the Lord, the mighty God,

Who gave our lives a happy fun.

We thank the Lord, he's merciful,

Who is so just upon His rule.

Our souls just stare at what He'd done.

The secrets, beauty we had won.

To feel something where grief is gone,

I shall stay happy - I'm His son. 

What will happen if we're the same?

Life will be boring and who is to blame?

Thank God for such a pretty gift,

Letting us be unique with our shift.

Like events in dazzling stages,

It is bringing color in the pages.

Thank God for He's heavenly wise,

Letting us face problems with many tries.

I may be jealous for others

But I do love my sisters and brothers.

Thank God, He really knows best,

Letting us be unique among the rest.

I may be confident to boast,

But I am gifted to avoid the worst.

Thank God, we have mighty knowledge,

Letting us pass and jump on our life's hedge.

We have our qualities since our birth,

And they help us live in the planet Earth.

Thank God, we are relational.

We can stand firm and have a survival.

I'll never regret I'm unique.

I know I'm a special gift God has sent,

Plus all of His own creations.

He made us matter for situations.