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Thanks be to God, For every good and perfect gift Comes down from the Father of lights Who causes us in Christ The world to overcome And to joyfully sing.   I am a man flawed, A Christian the Devil will sift For a season.  But the serpent bites His own tongue, in time; and I, imparadised, Will ask him when he's dumb, Death, where is thy sting?
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Jan 14, 2022
Jan 14, 2022 at 3:26 AM UTC
The Bitten Tongue
Thanks be to God, For every good and perfect gift Comes down from the Father of lights Who causes us in Christ The world to overcome And to joyfully sing.   I am a man flawed, A Christian the Devil will sift For a season.  But the serpent bites His own tongue, in time; and I, imparadised, Will ask him when he's dumb, Death, where is thy sting?
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Jan 14, 2022
Jan 14, 2022 at 3:26 AM UTC
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