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When i call on th Lord He hears my prayer
He hears my open door, God enters there
I need 2 spare batteries to keep me writing
Persecution so bare the flesh is biting
We need one on One time with God or miss the prize
I jot that in my poem know God will surmise
God will deliver you unlike Trump's fib he told
Trump is a cult with no light heed the lesson learned from old
Exercise your faith in God be a saint
Comply to the great bond flesh will taint
God gives his children hope to clear their path
Satan hung himself with a rope he fell and sat
Since we were young, flesh has told us lies
Rhe hardest lesson to learn is the best reply
Feel in your heart that jesus is your coheir
It's from the very start we'll soar through the air
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