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May 2010
The year has gone by into this scene.
Call her name, tell her your final words.
And prepare your hands to wave goodbye.
Remember the wisdom that she’d taught.
Make it a pathway to your destination.

Previous fall learn from it step by step.
Back to basic if you want to be refresh.
Truly, as you walk into this righteousness.
Your picture frame becomes more than just gold
That money cant buy it, kings and rulers will sigh.

Run O Church, You are destine to have grace.
The Man of sorrow washed you with the crimson.
Now by the thing He had done so long ago.
You are called as a overcomer over life and death.
A soldier that cannot be defeated and look down.

Every strike of the double edged sword
Equivalent to dozens of killed enemy.
That is the power of the might
Which is available to the Architect Himself.
No other Man like Him in the planet.

Not even the strongest of this world
Can stand and totally fathom.
For the strongest of this land
Was just like the most weakest for Him
And its so amazing to think about that.
Mark Rubilla
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