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The Way Out

THE WAY OUT The way out, The way out, The way out is, Jesus. The way out is not, stelazine, The way out is not parade height, The way out is not boaska and panadol, But the way out is Jesus. The way out is not, That bloodish court, The way out, Is not, Jumping from one hotel to another, But the way out is, Jesus, The way out of that casket and grave you saw, In dream is not, Crying and drinking But the way out is Jesus. Ally, Have thy ship sealed? Have the storm frightened thee, Like a power horse and the Great Britain, And you thought that, There is no way out of, The cage, The way out is Jesus. Do you want to have thy self of that thing? Do you want to finish those seventeen crates? Of heros? What of legend and, One man squad? Have thou tasted it because Of that that goods and equipment That has been seized by the custom, The way to have them back, Is Jesus. The way out, To obtain Justice, Is Jesus. Ally, Have thy case been strikeout? The way to obtain, Justice is Jesus, Don’t conclude yet, Do not kill thy self, For that job, Do not hang thy self because, Of that interview that you failed, The way out to have a good job is Jesus. Do you know how to dialogue, With him? If yes, then why wasting Time? THEMES 1. Prayer 2. Salvation 3. Happiness 4. Enjoyment 5. Hardworking 6. Health 7. Deliverance

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