Ping and pong,
Everything is not a sweet song
That is where it’s all wrong.
You only have to accept Jesus’ gong
And your life wouldn’t be disgruntled and long.
If you are just sober in other tongues,
Your live will look so full and young.
Perhaps God will guide you away
From death’s dungs
Then shall your wages be the hope
Of eternal throng.
Only hear and obey salvation’s song
And live as God’s holy son
Then shall the end take you
As a faithful one,
For you will reap the crown of rest
That your redemption won.
Tis the glory of your desperate lung
To live itself is like a good ping pong.
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