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Rap P. O. W.


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I'm a rap prisoner yeah a Prisoner Of War

So shoot at Will and give me some more

My name is the [Word Of God] that much it is true

And all I can say is that Jesus loves you

Cuz I'm a rap prisoner

How about you?

Yeah, I'm a rap prisoner

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Rap POW you know me now.  That's rap P. O. W. as is the Power Of Will, who can't just chill about a Love from above that can save you!  Meda He will meet you in the middle at a rapid pace, if your a prodigal at the end of your race.  So lift up ye heavenly gates for your redemption draweth nigh it is ok to cry in His loving arms as Jesus will keep you free from ALL harm do not be afraid, Soldier Of God as God did not give you a spirit of fear but of power love and a SOUND mind as Jesus is near where two or three are gathered in His name and we stand together to declare His Great, Holy, and Majestic heavenly Fame, so come on into the Army Of God and join in this heavenly song.  Yeah I'm a rap prisoner.

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So sit back and chill will as I wrap you in His Love that's R. A. P. like the rapping of your heart Radiant And Powerful as you know that you are an Angel Of Love sent from the very start as you and Jesus shall never part so when you feel scared or when you're afraid stand up shout Jesus Great Name as it is not your fear that your feeling at all but the fear of the enemy at the clarian call of the Shofar of Heaven at the Sound of our feet as we march in unison in the Lord's Great Army where there are 3 to every 1 enemy, that's 3, 2, 1 Rap POW they know us now, as they flee from our gates our gladius of the Word Of God projecting from our mouths yep the devil himself is afraid of us now cuz the Marines of The Lord have set a beach front on "D" day as the devil is already dead to the Glory of God as he is cast into hell to burn for eternity he knows very well, that his time is approaching an end and we are victorious my heavenly friend as Michael the archangel slices off satan's head with a single rebuke from the throne of heaven,  This is not a game as the adversary tries to steal a soul when God says, "They are Mine."  Just trust me I know this is true cuz you are a RAP prisoner with a love the enemy rues, yeah I'm a rap prisoner.

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THE PUERTO-RICAN JESUS

Just read I am an open book (lol). Brevity is the soul of wit.

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