Give All The Glory To God

When you wake up in the morning, each and every day,

Always remember, why you’re put on earth, it’s more than just to play.

So why were you put onto this vast oasis,

Believe me, it’s not so everyone could travel to see different faces.

Sure, “we’re all family” and connected by blood, to one another,

We’re all, fathers, mothers, sisters and brothers.

Our interaction with our extended family,

Should always make our Father in heaven, filled with joy and glee.

Unfortunately dad (that’s God to everyone else) is mad as hell,

(His words, not mine) and says, pretty soon, you’ll be hearing the clanging of bells.

Hmmmm, O-Kee-Dokey dad, I see you’re about to begin,

Planet earth, I’ve seen this too many times, this dude about to become “unhinged”.

Dad is going to rain down and you’ll all see, “He’s gonna be a beast”,

When it comes down, it’ll hit me the least.

That’s rite peeps, my dad’s gonna provide for me, the best of cover,

With everyone else, “He’ll constantly be lingering, yes, He’s going to hover”.

Everywhere you go,

He will let you know,

Each and every day,

As you go out and play,

No one (not many anyways) is ever, giving thanks to the one above,

Our Father, who art in heaven, always showers us with “Unconditional Love”.

So what I’m about to tell you is the God’s (that’s my dad) honest truth,

This cat about to knock out so many of you all’s tooth.

Too many times, dad comes down and asks someone, “What’s my name?”,

They look at Him like He’s crazy, however, they’re the ones who are really insane.

Dad tells me, another gym-shoe creeper is about to “bite the dust”,

Because their heart is filled to the brim, with mischief and lust.

Everyone has always been given the exact same instructions,

There’s no need to do it, but I’ll try, to assist with my dad’s production.

We all are actors in life,

When we get older, if you so desire, you’ll find a husband or wife.

We were created for one main purpose and that is to give glory to our Father’s name,

And to always put your best foot forward, in His game.

No one will ever reach heaven,

If you can’t count to seven.

So all you non-believers and gym-shoe creepers gather round,

Listen for the earth-shattering sound.

It will come from heaven above,

Gonna rain down with all of His love.

When it happens, He will come like a thief in the nite,

Forget about, hiding, taking cover or even running in flight.

Our Father is coming for you all, (not me, I’m His protege) and He doesn’t miss,

He’s the one who has “The Greatest of Hits List” (It Was Always His List Anyways, Not Mine)

I’ve told you all “too many times”,

He’s the one who said, everyone’s done lost their ever loving minds.

Be prepared for your name to be called,

And if you don’t want to fall,

Learn to count to seven,

If you want to reach heaven.

I’m Mini-Me, aka My dad’s only begotten knucklehead son, aka His lightning rod,

So…

you…

all…

better…

Give All The Glory To God

Alvin Mann