To My Earthly God

Every morning you wake up
You gather us to praay
You empty your pocket
To fill our stomach

Our sweet sense of smell in the kitchen
Is because of you
You deny yourself of so many things
So that we can have a share

At cold nigh our blanket is always your prayers
Checking on is again and again
Counting us as though we are gravels
Not sleeping when we do
Oh earthly God are you a watchman

Don't worry sir, I will make you proud
I will start by giving you an in-law
Then some parts of my salary
And then a grandchild
I love you my EARTHLY GOD