Sometimes it will snow,
this we don't always know.
I know of a God,
the one that made us from sod.
He's been on record all through the ages,
there's proof of him in the Bible pages.

Just like snow,
we don't really know.
Some bare witness to his name,
others come up short and lame.
They say he works in the mysterious,
so some don't take Him serious.

Almost every individual alive,
worships their own way too survive.

I always say,

"you're a stronger person than me,
if you can live God and religion free."

I've met them all,
even some demons came too call.
Believers and non believers,
phony azz preachers and decievers.
You name it in word,
quite a bit of crap I've heard.

But I got my own mind,
I'm going for anything good and kind.
God is suppose to be a God of love,
and he really don't try too shove.
He gave us a choice to believe,
it's plain too see he doesn't try to decieve.
Holy men become the phony,
then we find they're into baloney.

Baloney or phony in form,
sooner or later in come the storm.
If it's bad enough,
and the going gets too tough,
we might have to scream out loud,
and give up being proud.

Hopefully Christmas it will snow,
it might be up to the God we know.

Or don't know

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