By Tikum Mbah Azonga
My hands are full
But not my cup
I leave that for the Lord
For that`s his sphere.
I`m nothing but his choicest tool
Adoring him at the bus stop
To him for ever I hold up my hands like Ford
Only through him can my coast be clear.
Copyright 2010
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that was quite q pious one.10/10
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