The color of your teeth
Are eternal;
White as snow as they are
And truth inacts
With the beauty of praise
For a rose is a rose; the grandest rose
We cannot hide the feelings of eternity--
The grandest rose travels north
And pretty is the north\'s star
My human Jesus, the spirit in the flesh
Behold the people that stare
And all in all, these words are true
For there is Jesus in everyone
So keep smiling
Even if you don\'t believe--
What wicked grandiose we achieve.