Every day seems like Sunday
Whether before sleep, wake up, they pray
Wherever they go, whatever they
do the words of God carry them through
They might feel lost and feel blue
By kneeling, closing their eyes they see a clearer view
The wounds of Jesus linger freshly in their hearts, that the cross
has placed in them their worth
Worshipping Him is a source of growth
To inherit the glory of His kingdom
To taste the gnashing teeth of fire and brimstone
Which path shall you take?
The heaviest measure of being a true-blooded Filipino is putting God first above all
That letting Him reign over you compared to all.
Not for the sake of keeping the tradition
But for revitalizing the spiritual incineration.
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