If you don't like my face, you go to God;before my own mirror, nothing seems odd.If you don't like my guts, you come to me,so I can fix myself as well as thank thee.

Why long for heaven up there we don't see,When there's heaven down here that's so lovely.Why mind the hell up there we can't fathom,When there's hell down here that's worse than Sodom.

God designed love to make the world living;so if world's dying, we know what's missing.When missing, God designed another thing:"This one is hatred-to do repairing."Oh, how the world treats hatred as beastly;yet sans hatred, who'll fight depravity?Hatred used to correct is celestial;but when used to oppress, it is bestial.

Have you been caring to all your children?Will they take you than be at old folks' den?Will they feel honored pushing your wheelchair?Will hearts break when your breath runs out of spare?

When on your way home to your family, and you meet some friends who do invite thee, learn to say no, lest they’re dearer to youthan your family who’s waiting for you.When you’re running late for sales appointment, and you see fuss over an accident, don’t you get drawn in by the commotion,lest you miss out on the presentation.