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My God is a Magician

My God Is a Magician When I lost hope, He brings hope, Where I can’t see, He opened my eyes, When they say is end of me, He threw the blood of Jesus in me and save my life, When I am in pain, He remind me of pin felt on the cross and all my pains faded, When a spell is sent against me, He shouted number 12 to my ears and all spells dispersed, When they have a meeting against me, He divert their whispers to my ears, They celebrated my fall, He pick me up and lift my head and I rise. They destroy my life and my things in the night, When the sun rises he restores my life and all my things, When they expect me to cry, Tear fell from Jesus eye on the cross, And I laugh instead, For my God, my God is a Magician.

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