#*Pay your obeisance to the Lord,
you'll be paid back with prosperity.*
The priest towers above the throngs of devotees.
Within the Lord's precinct is a rush for repentance
the arrogant bows down here
the wealthy falls on the ground
the poor renews plea.
The priest preys on their prayer
the Lord's coffer is full.
In that heavenly scene,
all sins are forgotten.
Nov 30, 2017
Nov 30, 2017 at 10:55 AM UTC
#*Pay your obeisance to the Lord,
you'll be paid back with prosperity.*
The priest towers above the throngs of devotees.
Within the Lord's precinct is a rush for repentance
the arrogant bows down here
the wealthy falls on the ground
the poor renews plea.
The priest preys on their prayer
the Lord's coffer is full.
In that heavenly scene,
all sins are forgotten.
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