I know the Lord when I was eight
Thankfully it was not too late
My teacher would skip our Chinese lessons
To tell us bible stories with great essence
God, seated on His throne, was an old man
We were but tiny crawling ants
God, looking down at us, was a fierce man
He will not hesitate to lift his hand
Imagine the fear in my tiny heart
When I hear of the scariest part
Believe in HIM you go to heaven
Meaning my loved ones gonna get burnt
Yet my Chinese teacher Mr Lim
Never failed to bring a gleam
God was also a loving father
He never finds me a bother
With much gratitude I pen this down
Childhood memories returning now
My teacher had planted many seeds
Now it's my turn to spread the good deeds
By Soon Keow
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