Basket Man

I am a basket man from basket town,
These baskets I weave are fresh from my oven,
In them you’ll see my strength and blood,
For I have put my everything in their cloud,
You don’t heed my words anymore,
Fo now you are asleep like before,
God has given me this way to live,
Why should I complain when it is His give,
So let us not worry about mansions and palaces,
These can’t be your company in eternal solace,
It is only the deeds you do,
That will speak “there” about you.

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