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What God Sees God is looking to help someone as someone is looking for him. Some of us are lovers for fun and others just living in sin. He never cares who you are or where you're coming from. Be it by that rusty old car or a new Porsche in the sun. It will not make a difference if you are black or pale white. Hidden in the hazy distance as sunset fades into the night. He will comfort you in the end and help your soul forever rise. You never dare to question when, he sees the truth behind your eyes. He's seen and heard all the stories a billion or so, times before. You denied him and his glory as you left him outside the door. When he asks the crucial question, what will your final answer be? You can't lie in his confession for the blind are destined to see. ![]()
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