Sick of passwords, it is like keeping a diary,
that won’t let me reuse the same one coming from me.
No intent about a word appearing little,
computers somehow trap us in the middle.
No password do we have to worry about at heavens gate.
He already knows our love for Him, we needn’t wait.
No remembering or paper do I have to find once there.
He is my Savior and has my name already entered there.