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Nov 2014
I broke the wood
I painted the wall so neatly
I plastered the wall of jericho
I build the house of jesse
I lead the children of isrealite to the red sea
I pulled down the strong tower of babel

The wood almost pushed me away
Water almost washed the paint away
It wasn't easy plastering the wall of jericho
Jesse's family almost didn't recognise me
The eyes of the red sea was too hot
But we crossed anyway
Pulling d tower down was almost impossible
YES YES I hear a voice saying
I AM MY OWN MIRACLE.
jide oyediran
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jide oyediran  M/Lagos Nigeria
(M/Lagos Nigeria)   
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