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Now I have reached my Jesus year
I wonder if I have twelve friends?
And if I ought to quake in fear
That this year my life story ends?
But I fear not, and nor should I,
I make no waves, I will not die
(If random chance we may count out)
I do not claim Messiah-hood
And if I'm honest, I might doubt
If I am even all that good.
So I am sure as sure can be
That this year's danger is no more
And at the end of thirty-three
All I will be is thirty-four.