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Rebuke the Physical Reside In the Spirit of Jesus-

some hold on to things those things that are forbidden beholding physical material things things held dropped lost and forgotten but I have a real holding I feel real meaning I have real feelings it's real but you can't see it's real you can feel Jesus wonderful Jesus hope in the morning hope in the noon day hope when you're on life journey and you're on the way His love Jesus love you can't see it yet But you can feel Him all the way down through your morrow morrow of your bones
6/28/21 Written by James Edward Lee Sr © 2021
Copyright © | Year Posted 2021

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