With the artwork of a God,
His Angels were so beautiful,
They walked along the Earth,
Their lives trickled with living time.
He was only, one and one,
He was one, ontop of all,
Only he, he who was God,
Only, but this God, could we obey?
Only but this God, could he have allowed us to be free, and so delightful,
We walk this Earth, because of him,
This God, none other, this God so fine.
Only he was our master, only he knew,
But was like none other, his power over us grew,
Like the winds that pick up, in the powerful gust,
And our love for him, that inched a way, in a whole size plus.
He was once a Human, but as he is so fine,
This God, none other, damn he is Divine,
He was like a model, so beautiful he was.
Only him, he was great to us, he lead us forth,
But as the days grew longer, and the nights grew thin,
The power of us even now stronger, began to kick in.
We loved, we cared, we shared, we came,
But this God, none other,
With our prices, we paid his name.
He was the only Holy, the spirit in which what guides us down the path to our re-birth, and death once more,
This God, none other, he was always, just so fine!
And this God, none other..Yes, he was Divine!
