A word of
Prayer
Heavenly Father,
Soon at midnight Ill fetch my wife from work
The beauty I adore
The object of my desire
We'll have our intimate tickle and snuggle delight
But it's 10 o'clock now and for slumber's visit
I’m still anxiously waiting
Tomorrow's gonna be long, Oh I desperately need it
Grind's about to start
before dawn
Got to drive to Batangas
before the sun greets, hello
To get our freshly-picked "red hot F1"
and have them sold
Grant us agri-business' favor, Oh Lord
We do the manual labor
But you make the yield grow
May this undertaking be another missile of your dominion
That you launch successfully to alter this generation
Thank you for the strength
And your grace that's always oh so sufficient