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Wonderful Man We Never Met


What a wondeful man we never met!

Ancestors telling us stories that we don't get.

Not having hope to live anymore,

I wanted to know who created this world.

 

They told me he was sacred, they told me he wouldn't fake it

Whoever this was, my time wouldn't be wasted.

 

Never seen, never heard

But I will always believe in every word.

He gave me hope to live everyday,

But in the end, what will come our way?

 

The answer couldn't be given

But one thing for sure, our sins would be forgiven.

 

As I lie in my death bed

I'm not thinking of the pain, but of this man instead

For now, death is no threat,

Because of this wonderful man we never met!

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abare002
<p>Amen!</p>

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