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Missonaries


Missonaries

Those who speak to Jesus Christ 

Go and spread his word

I've been isolated and trapped in my own head

But one day, there was a knock on my door

Missonaries,

Who gave me the word of Christ.

The minute they left, I felt Him

Jesus Christ, saved a soul.

I've returned to the church

I believe I am someone new

I'm no longer trapped in my head.

 

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