As I walk,
On the fields green,
On the sidewalk grey,
I asked,
"Who is my numero uno?"
I have the answer,
But it wasn't the answer
I expected,
It wasn't the Lord,
It was something else,
The bell has rung,
The sirens sounded,
It's time to arise from
this sleeping death,
And soar the skies,
To stand firm,
Like a house,
Built on a rock,
With the Lord my God,
My numero uno.
by,sxj6
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