We all people cannot say that we are great
It is not on the tools and things we invent
To show people that we are intelligent
And boast that we have achieve the highest rate,
Making and building this world to have progress
And to supply and give people what they need
O, look! It is not on the strength we possess
To shape nations to go for a fats exceed
We cannot lean on our own understanding
Our great ideas and philosophies
Are like rotten fruits and dry leaves of dead trees
Compared to the Maker of Human being
Whatever achievements a man ever had,
He must learn how to look and give thanks to God.
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