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God In Office.

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God in office,

His phone rang tring, tring, tring.

He laughed, he smiled,

The little honey bee wrote him a letter,

And it didn’t sting.

It asked for forgiveness,

For his grace and mercy.

He read the letter with delight,

And gave the honey bee his blessings.

After a while,

After having a delicious breakfast,

His mood became more merry,

And,

He danced,

He wrote,

He drank a glass of fresh lemon water,

To refresh himself,

And thus the merriness spreaded as if,

It was riding along the golden slide,

Which never stopped as it belonged,

To him.

God in office,

Was a rare sight to be seen,

And those who have,

Are truly blessed to have been.

Adios!

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