A century of grace a life so grand
A humble heart a steady hand
From peanut fields to the White House gate
You walked with purpose guided by fate
In all you finish well the race set before you.
A President yes but so much more
A servant of peace on every shore
You built with hope, where walls were torn
And sowed the seeds where dreams were born
You chase the dreams come hell hot water.
A voice for justice steadfast and true
Championing rights for me and you
With Habitat’s hands you built anew
Homes of love for those who grew
Making every heart to be at home.
Through trials faced you stood so tall
A symbol of service to one and all
Your faith shone bright your spirit pure
A legacy of love that will endure
Forever in on the sands of time.
Now rest dear Jimmy your work is done
A life well-lived, a race well-run
In Heaven’s arms may you find peace
Your light on Earth shall never cease
As your legacy will forever live on like a life.
The pressure is hitting
Like sun on a Sunday afternoon
But make sure even in the sun burn
Maintain a good composure
Even when the sun has beaten you so hard.
So hard that life
Sends you to the school hardknock
With all such cater bunch from here and there
No where to turn to nor a shield to hide under
The pressure is hitting way high at crescendo.
You drift from here to there
At every run you tend to run
When nothing is chasing you
Yet you are been chase from all side
To the ruin of your life's ambition.
The pressure is hitting hard
Take life so simple but never hard
Keep the hearing of the wise one
Irrespective of the pressure of life
Stay out of crime and be up at all course
With the rule of law of the land.
Because when you broke the law
The same law of the land will prosecute you
They won't take the hardship in the land
That lad you into pressuring you
To break the law of the same land prosecuting you.
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