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Resurrection of Paulus

Timothy, I've risen Out of death prison Out of darkness I was chained Tied down and beheaded Decapitated I've risen and grew Away I flew I was enchained Restrained I suffered On a perfect grade Endured Forbeared Stomached Afflictions Sadness Grief distress Accepted Fullness dirtiness Love's capable and powerful Good invaluable treasure Untreated, Integer I'm word of love now I reign with love now Royal - no wicked doubtful broken Unscrupulous failed perverse mind I have a clean conscience I thank love which I worship Due to love I stand and do not slip Timothy, I've risen!

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