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The Trumpet

The trumpet sounds Sounds louder in the streets I believe that this is it but I find it difficult to contend with its intents Cos as loud as it sounds It is the loudest of all sounds That which splits my heart into pieces And that which engages my heart on the field of races To those humble in the faith The sound of the trumpet brings joy To those humble in the faith It’s a day so long expected with joy To those humble in the faith It’s a great day above yesterday I know that I am weak for HIM I know that I’m a hypocrite in HIM I know that I lack in-depth understanding of HIM I know that yes, I really don’t know HIM But I also know that I can trust HIM Know HIM Call on HIM Live in HIM Walk in HIM Be like HIM And on that joyous day, that is, if this isn’t a dream from HIM, I will be caught up by HIM And at last, I can be with HIM

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