I. O. U.

Never heard your voice
Can't see your hand
Yet you offer a choice
To enter your sacred land

You know all my faults
You see my flaws
Yet you offer me your vault
In return I obey your laws

I follow your rate
Yet my debts accrue
It's never too late?
You ignore my IOU

No one else for me
You are a must
You have set me free
In God I trust


A Lunde Garden of Eden
Anderson's Lumberyard
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