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I am the result of higher thinking. The God I serve sits on a throne In a heaven Far past the sky and stars That we see─so why? Why would I only reach that far
Dear God, I heard you're up there But I don't know you like I should, cuz it’s felt like you’re not here. And now you’re showing me what love's supposed to be,
At school the other day, I was asked not to pray. It rocked me and shocked me. What could I say? I am but a student that is meant to obey. But did they have the right to ask me not to pray?