Part 3
God made a promise
and the promis was kept
a simple what to do
for souls that have wept
down was cast the original sin
given was a chance to begin new again
tis the season God gave his gift
words of precious love fell from his lips
he could have struck us
with lighting and flames
but instead he empowered us
with the power of his name
given to love and not to revenge
a happier ending not left to man
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