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Sep 2021
die for Him so i can breathe in
breeding seeding seeking the Truth believe in
fasting no passing a demon not demon-seeking. bread breaking though, Truth i be in
my dead blood but His bleeded
yours dirtied ours certainly, His perfect cleanest
me no gain ive seen experienced mean this
Hes waiting reaching i testify He loves despite Ive seen with eyes
He doesnt leave. He loves despite, with faith you rise
He doesnt forsake your praise your cries
and He kills destruction He hates them lies
the Lord the Son died for you take your prize
Written by
jacob charles
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   Thomas W Case
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