Thank God, he's all right.
Thank you, my Dear God. Yeah, (me-You) relations were not so good these past few days, i'm sorry, God. It's just the dispute in my heart and mind were too intense, so i couldn't barely breathe easly. It's my fault, my bad, my little mystake. I'm asking for Your mercy, Dear God. I definitely can't step away from You, because You're always in my heart, Dear God. Let me love You easly and lasts forever - even death would not do us apart. I want to be near to You, Dear God. I want to be with You, Dear God. Let me be with You, Dear God.
I want to thank to You, for keeping him all right. Thank you, Dear God. He's breathing, even fainted a while. He's smiling, even pain is in his a**. He's eating, even hard to swallow foodies. He's walking, even with one foot. He's seeing everthing, even with his small eyes. He's talking, even so slowly. He's alive, even complaining because of his limited activities. He's alive, even destroying his future plan for the next three weeks. He's alive, He's alive, He's alive.
Please, take care of him, Dear God.
Make him remain close to You, Dear God.
Let his family guard him to solitary moment, Dear God.
Maybe, it's time for him to take some rest. Because his tight schedule, he's still living with lack of rest and time for himself. (despite of football)
Please, let him play again, Dear God.
Make him walking, running, smiling, kicking as great as he used to be, Dear God.
Let the freedom and the joy of the game near him, Dear God.
Maybe, it's time for him to take some rest. Because his tight schedule, he's still living with lack of rest and time for himself. (despite of football)
Thank you, Dear God.
Thank you, Dear God.
Thank you, Dear God.
P.S. Man purpose, God dispose.
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