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The Word


For we all must die some day

On a bed or in the suns ray

One must always keep  

On this earth before we sleep

 

The holy and inspired word

To know that the voice of God be heard

And my eternal destination I must confirm 

With Him I meet, I must learn

 

Before my heart runs out of pace

Depart my soul from the human race

I must place my faith in the One

The only son

Who never lied

but infact died

for me

So I could be free

 

The Word I have, it's all I take

Translations is what I must make 

So others can see what's for them and for me

So we can be free,

So we can be free.

 

 

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