Funk
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Complete, First published Aug 21, 2016
Funk

Bring out the funk it's about to rhyme
I've got poetry and verses to read and all that time
Boost the bass of my voice to read a book and never mind the conversation because I'm a social mime

I've got talent and skills
Too much money to earn to pay travels and the bills
By the time I die and before I go to heaven I should make huge decision on wills

The grass withers, the flowers fades, but the word of our God stands forever
Today, Tomorrow, by moon and by sunlight it never fades never
Jesus is full of grace forever

If you are forgiven, if you are saved
Call out His name, Christ risen from the grave
Whoever acknowledges Jesus you will be saved by the blood
He will pave your way

Not by man nor not by the world
His name is the devil
But, God will get him with a truthful shield and sword

If you always pray, you won't be anxious in what's coming your way
His love endures on a cross for our sins which our ending pay
That's why we are always conscious when The Holy Spirit is a free gift 
It nevers delay
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