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Coloring The World Contest.
My journey a poet of old Being the sight for them Lost and lonely beggars Gathered on their knees, Where we pray a prayer Near the cross of Calvary High up on the lonely hill God's glory shining there - Sir! “Please read our lips Thanksgiving blessings We need our sight to see Your heaven open wide, Take us with you today We are old and lonely Our new home to rest Sweet Jesus by our side. Angels dancing beautiful In your holy city of gold The fountain of eternity Washing away our sins, Why wait for tomorrow If you can heal us today Thanksgiving blessings God willing to save us"
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