There is no new prayer point on earth Don't allow a snail to run a race for you
If you want to run a race,
Run like the spider
Don't just sweat
Because some men sweat without running. Your dream today
Was my clergyman's dream yesterday
Your prayer tomorrow is like a toy in the hands of another man The hut that covers you,
The crown on your forehead,
& the horsetail at hand has caused men kneels to peel in the mountain