You may be right to
fright or fret like an angry lion in the scanty forest,
You do could manifest the mad clothe you wore inside,
yet there is all need to thank God;
very well you know what happened to the brother you saw the other day; he's no more, death came,
death is stolen him like a thief
But you lives,
Why not thank God?
Why not thank God?
As many more time
will be there,
For you to live in health and joy.
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