Watch the fire in his eyes and on his feet
He seems promising, a guy I'd want to meet
So many miracles that he can preform
For the calmer of this big windy storm
The big glorious mountain he died on
All of us and for our chance to hell is gone
Him who sits at the right hand of the father
When our troubles become no harder
Going from a nobody to a somebody
Preaching the gospel, not for the money
As we are one nation;one land together
Jesus will heal forever and ever.
Amen.
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Poems Of Creatvity And Creation
PoetryPoetry, where it lives "The ones who are trying to define us are the ones that are lost"
