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Refuse Is Huge In Its Deluge and More
Exceded Ten again. Refuse Is Huge In Its Deluge God for us will always provide a refuge; Not only will surface be large and huge, Spirit of God, That we laud; So will living water existing in a deluge. Jim Horn God Is Vigilance With the very thought of God is vigilance; Assisting all sinners as each one repents; Saved us did; Devil did forbid; Sinners must suffer an awful consequence. Jim Horn God foretold of many things for us to find; An eternity that is so full of peace of mind, Being saved, When behaved, In our world by God that is well-designed. Jim Horn Divinity Is An Amenity I always did believe there is a divinity; That God presented us as an amenity; For each and all; Tall and small, Existing in unity in God's community. Jim Horn Happened Quickly and Abrupt Things happened quickly and abrupt, Apparently confusing or was corrupt; Bad things cause; Poor picture draws; God then caused a volcano to erupt. Jim Horn In State of Repose While mom was in a state of repose, On grave soon many flowers grows; With her charms, In God's arms; She is in heaven now we do suppose. Jim Horn
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