Living on a piece of dust in the cosmic sky
this insignificant microbe gave out a cry.
'Who am I in this immense universe? ' He sighed
feeling so lost in the multitude as he cried.
'You are so precious to me, ' came God's reply
'I loved you so much that I was willing to die.'
'So I came and stretched out my arms upon the cross
to redeem back that poor microbe who felt so lost.'
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