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The Principality
Some deal with principalities
To leave them alone
Others fight principalities
In the war of tongues and fangs
Others
And I am one of those
Chose to be
Principalities to the principality,
when the devil sees them he shouts..
"blood of Jesus! the stronghold attacks again
Just like our mountains
Some look at it and withdraw
Others just walk around it for years
Some pray for strength to climb to the top
Others
Who am not part of
Speak to their mountains and they despair
But
Those of my faith
When the mountains see us
They flee and we walk on flat ground
Just like soccer
Its not about your smart boots
Nor your breaded hair
Its much about what is hidden in you
The God that reigns in me
Is too much for the loser
In the world
What you have leads you to what you want
But what is in you gives you what you need
Copyright ©
Muhereza Rodgers Roger
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