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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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