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His Name is John
We plan our lives, we think our thoughts
We name the days, we name the child
We count the oughts, dismiss the naughts
We seek for peace, we fear the wild
We dare presume to sort our days
As if we were Creators too
To look upon our works and praise
That which we think is right and true
But Zechariah, his old face wan
Corrects us with:
“His name is John”
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