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Seems like you've been whittled and torn Wish you hadn't been born Been persecuted and worn Wish you hadn't been born But alas you whom hold the prize Been made in His image been washed in His Holy Blood Now you realize commingled with creativity And braced in his love
Your first father and you made him from the dirt From the Earth But left Paradise giving away your greater than the stone And you never been alone You're greater than the stone God has made you one of his own Your greater than the stone Crown casting everlasting hallmark efface compile Created from the ground breath in my carcass I am greater than Stone Have been chosen And persecuted and warned Wish you hadn't been born But I've been made in His image you never be alone I'm greater than Stone/em>
1King 5:17-18 4 /7/ 15 Written words by James Edward Lee Sr 2015, 2020

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