People, people everywhere—
How we grow and thrive—
Every year this poor old earth
Has more who must survive.
Some of you may be concerned
To the point of consternation;
But perhaps in our ever-growing number,
There is cause for jubilation.
Perhaps God knows a need is coming
For a mighty human horde
Of people who will work and pray
In the army of the Lord.
B. Killebrew
