Lord bless me and my wife
My son John and his wife
Give us many times more
We four and no more
Lord give me this and that
For the good of himself alone
To have more and swell fat
Others he care less for none
As a game and its players
Not selfish is the scoreline
As with Christian and prayers
Trouble in togetherness is crushed fine
Pray one for another
Pray one for all
Pray as fellows together
Your faith towers tall
Two or three or more praying
About a matter is sure better
Troubles under pressure is decaying
Solution will be not later
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