God,

he'll get us on judgement day,
ask for forgiveness as you pray,
he might understand what you say,
Take it easy on a pitiful soul,
one just trying to keep hold,
yet about to sinfully fold.

The Police,

make it pass the police here,
God will be waiting for your soul to clear.
So you're safe for awhile,
you can joyously smile.
Enjoy your evil doings,
until judgement day goings.

You,

make it pass your own brain,
your sins are only a stain.
Slip pass the police,
you might live in peace.
You never really get pass the Lord,
he always has you on his game board.

Worrying about anything,
can be worse than doing something.
If you did it,
you must have liked it.
If you did it out of habit,
you maybe an addicted rabbit.
Either way involved,
worrying won't get it solved.

Try to handle it,
instead of worrying about it.

If the police isn't behind you,
& your consicious can't find you,
worrying shouldn't blind you.
Be glad you didn't get caught,
next time try naught.
Repititious events,
may continue to cause dents.

We're all dented,
sins should be repented,
worrying should be relented.
There's great peace,
in a less conscious cease.
Those of little or no conscious drain,
need no umbrella in the rain.
It may not be your cup of tea,
but they go worry free.

Worry free is me,
I commit no earthly crimes,
so the police won't ring my chimes.
I was born on a sinful earth,
I don't make sin my worth.
I do the best I can,
I didn't ask to join this span.
I was born here through,
no fault of my own,
so my worry is gone.
I take no more blame,
in this cruel life game.
I'm aware of my God,
been right from the start.
Hope He's aware of me,
cause worry I don't see.

I have no more worry fears,
I shed no more worry tears.
This makes me comfortable,
keeps my being stable.
I love the feeling,
it is quite appealing.

Anyone wanting to waste their time,
worrying about sin or crime.
Be my guest,
wherever I'm headed,
my worry is deleted.

G