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At the end of the road to Damascus There paved a street called Straight Where lay the home of Judas A blinded Pharisee did await For hands layed on by Aranias Saul now Paul the converted Pharisee Again could walk the street of Straight No longer blinded he now could see Returning back to Jerusalem Persecuted by King Agrippa And perform the acts of apostles I still seek to take my first step On my own road to Damascus To walk the street called Straight Find my way out of this blackness r  7Oct2013
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Nov 7, 2013
Nov 7, 2013 at 3:42 PM UTC
The Road to Damascus
At the end of the road to Damascus There paved a street called Straight Where lay the home of Judas A blinded Pharisee did await For hands layed on by Aranias Saul now Paul the converted Pharisee Again could walk the street of Straight No longer blinded he now could see Returning back to Jerusalem Persecuted by King Agrippa And perform the acts of apostles I still seek to take my first step On my own road to Damascus To walk the street called Straight Find my way out of this blackness r  7Oct2013
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Nov 7, 2013
Nov 7, 2013 at 3:42 PM UTC
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