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Smelly Rags Stinky Man

I am just a filthy dirty human made of dust Dirt formed as clay made by the hands of God The only good thing in me is GOD spirit that dwelling in me How can it be that I have intellect, blood flowing through vessels And a brain the disciples like a computer I don't understand Sin is a choice it's a nature that is embraced and covenanted By man's desire to be of pride and be a lair How could I have embraced such a thing for my great-great-great-great-grandfather Adam Caused the downfall he brought in this thing called sin through wretched disobedience Then a compromise then he tried to turn it all around by blaming it on God Mankind stinks this also includes women kind not as only by the nature of sin that we dwell It's by this through disobedience that makes us stinks and smell We stink and surely hurt the nostrils of God Being with that said that a second Adam had to be created Brought down to earth to be reinstated And now through all the chasms He chose to save us A filthy rag But I am so glad That He was on the right hand of the Father And H e said let me go down to save your children Save their souls Let me go Father I go, I'll be liken a clean perfumed the aerosol can Send me Father prepare for me a body That I may redeemed them Though I smell of rotten stinking flesh So I may dry up and nothing but Dry Bones Will be left once my spirit soul is separated from my body by death I will be United with my holy Daddy, Father God in heaven Where I will be brand new spiritually no more odor, no more decay Mans no more dust for his God So in the spiritual realm with Him while we continue to live in Trust No more lies and mistrusts, stink and disgust Amen

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