Your Sire
He came to me
Out of the crux of the wind'
He provided for me
The substinenance that
I somehow lacked with-in
He promised me everlasting Light
With life abundantly abound
And a rescue to eternety
For which He is so adversely resound
A place taker and a peace maker
With a dispensation abound
Bestowing for all people blessings'
The riches' of his crown
For the man of God
The likeness of which their
Should ever be such a place
Is in His Kingdom
The Kingdom of Heaven
GF
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