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Good man did Christ left for the world,
The greatest gift written into a pell, 
Hungering for spiritual insights,my stomach grumbled,
For his manifestation rule above the King in Babel, 
Those holiest than thou have speed up as humble, 
I can't keep the twill for myself......
Pretty good life of aged teft, 
Always in a lifetime.....right before redeemed eyes,
Tender feelings refused to slip away,
When love comes around,
Fear begins to drown, 
We're receiving his councel;
Faithful weapons for us to win the battle, 
His powerful doctrines have made us witnesses, 
In all corners of meditational practices, 
He's widely sanctifying the elected with the truth,
Who will rise to make our blessings loot?
Looking at where he'd place each of us foot, 
We have no previledge to present him an excuse, 
His mercy and love is comforting securely, 
And all that's within me,praise him dearly. 

Copyright © | Year Posted 2018

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