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Looking back, I have to stiffle a laugh Ponder,how did it all get so what-it-was? You see, I had just a cold gun. Without a single bullet,yet there I stood. Formidable foes arising against a little boy Seeking to snarl and growl all night. It mattered not to me. Woe unto them for He was watching not only my back,but front,beside,underneath and over me Nobly He walked me through the bullies For some reason, their barred teeth couldn't bite In their folly,they took on the wrong One He made me an overcomer,a conqueror Sit in heavenly places was His invitation. He did it all just for me.
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May 4, 2015
May 4, 2015 at 10:02 AM UTC
Over, Above, So High
Looking back, I have to stiffle a laugh Ponder,how did it all get so what-it-was? You see, I had just a cold gun. Without a single bullet,yet there I stood. Formidable foes arising against a little boy Seeking to snarl and growl all night. It mattered not to me. Woe unto them for He was watching not only my back,but front,beside,underneath and over me Nobly He walked me through the bullies For some reason, their barred teeth couldn't bite In their folly,they took on the wrong One He made me an overcomer,a conqueror Sit in heavenly places was His invitation. He did it all just for me.
Boniface
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Kenyan
May 4, 2015
May 4, 2015 at 10:02 AM UTC
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