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Precious faith, the more you lack the more you need.
Serpents tell you stories of the secrets of your heart,
building upon the fountain of his lies.
Surprise, here is my savior, my comfort my strength.
He lifts me up when I must take my cross.
Embrace your suffering.
Rejoice, Christ the king is here.
What is your disease, persistence is your way out, only for the perfect time.
Lets go to the rock of our salvation.
What scent will run it home and take this hope from within my heart.
It grows I've said before its grows.
His blood for water, we praise you.
Praise Jesus.
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