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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