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Jul 2013
Wake up oh sleeper
Rise up for your destiny is not shallow as your think of it
Guilty, there is no restrain  
No human force can stop
This nature is barren for so long
Good thing is lack
The eyes is too blind to see
The hope of the True God

Taste and see when the Son is calling you Home
There is no heart of stone that can cease this
What a sweet sound
When the Son is calling you Home
Mark Rubilla
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