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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