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To everything you
Drew and gave their unique colours
Placing them in their  right  position
Which makes you the lord of art

Winning all my battles at every blink I make
Orders my steps even in the desert
You raised a ban around me Making you my protector

What better name
Will you prefer that fit your personality
You are full of royalty
That the storm falls at your presence

My sins couldn't stop Your love for me
Now am a new creature
Isn't it so great?
Being a citizen of heaven
That's the sole aim

Things fall in pleasant Places
My provider reign
Healed all my diseases and said am free
What a might God
That's who he is

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