God you are the most high.
Whenever I want to cry,
You make me smile.
Every morning I open my eye,
I look at the sky,
Where is the most high?
Your Angels will always fly,
When Satan wants me to cry.
Satan will always lie,
But God, you will always shine.
make me smile and let go the cry
Make me fine and keep me in your file.
Let your light shine for me all the time.
Because you are the most high.
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