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Jan 2013
Father, they know not what they do.
I have guided many to you.
Still, some refuses to accept you.

Father, many has follow me.
I even had disciples question me.
Only one doubted me.
While the others believe me.
When I rose three day later.

Father, I hope I done your will.
That you installed in me to do.
I spread your name through many nations

Face the blunt of hostility.
Face corruption tossed at me.
Still, they know not what they do.

And we have guidelines for them to obey.
Still, many like in days of old wants to live a different way.

My Father that's in heaven.
They know not, what they do?
My ways still attracts mant to you.

Be patience.
jeffrey conyers
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jeffrey conyers  united states
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