That time of the week.

A day of rest and peace.

Life is at its peak.

We look for GOD and seek.

Cares of life are his.

Our prayers for sins.

Only a blot in space.

We are part of the human race.

Others are icon wonders

Yet, we are all sister and brother.

From the bowels of Noah's ark.

Into life and filled with sparks.

So we can only sing a song.

We are not here very long.

So we must pray every day.

That is GOD'S way.