Emmanuel
Before the world was carved
When the field has never been green
And no season like winter or summer
There was no raining or dry season
When the sun has never sparkles
or the stars ever twinkles to mock the moon
Living it to stand lonely in it's glory
The earth was without form and void
He was there, and still there
His name is EMMANUEL
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