Sprouting Out

We are all just plants
Our stems sprouting out of the ground
But our roots, deep and flourishing.

Need the God's light to grow
And his sprinkler, divine.
A place to stay while we're still alive
Is all that we ask for.

Don't need no trinkets
Or ornaments
Under the Supreme One's law
We will all grow and die.

Time is short
Don't waste it, y'all.
In a blink of an eye
It'll be gone.

Pray, and pray again
To the Lord, and
God alone.
He can make miracles can happen.