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I call upon the courts
of God's own paradisal home,
that sit and judge all those of us who roam,
and plead my case, in which I really must believe
that Heaven always helps the ones who truly will receive,
and call to task our God and Holy Spirit's Son,
who made the Earth and helps the whole thing run,
and reason with His mercy and His own eternal grace,
that He will let us keep our home in space.
For it is He who made
the land and sea,
and everything that ever was and ever came to be,
and all we ask is for a bit of time
to see if we can change to people quite sublime.
A thousand years with You is but a single day,
so please, almighty God, just let us rule the day,
to see if we can do it right this time,
instead of leaving everything in turmoil, ruin, and awful
crime.
I know we didn't do the
greatest job at first,
but with Your help, this time we won't be cursed,
for if we try to do the things You say,
we'll walk the path and no more will we stray.
Instead, we'll find the brotherhood You taught us to have,
and it will be a healing and a life-enhancing salve.
Oh, Father God,
remember what Your only Son went through,
and how He said, "They know not what they do".
Well, we are much the same as those from past,
but maybe this time we can make peace truly last.
Besides, ours wasn't just a wasteful, useless time on earth;
we did some things that ought to have some worth,
like finding cures to some diseases and some awful pain,
to help our neighbours without thought to our material gain,
and helping those in countries who are suffering from war;
we gave to them the things we had in store.
I know that isn't quite
enough to offer unto You,
for where You sit, You always see the bigger world-view,
but that is all we really have to offer now,
so please accept our sacrifice and save our earth
somehow.
by David Ronald Bruce Pekrul
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