The job of finding a normal guy
Often gives me a heavy sigh
Not many are normal these days
All we can do is just pray
That God will make us all a saint
So the evil will not make us faint
It is the end of all time I say
The clouds are getting more gray
On our knees we should pray
May God help us to obey
Is it a time to play?
Or speak out good things to say
Should we just wait for the Lord
Who cares if we get often bored
Keep on the narrow path today
In God's arms we should all stay
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