Gospel of Peace, how beautiful are thee feet!!!
Catholetics, Baptis, Jehovah Witness, come out of your title, and yield unto thee perfect one, because withou peace none shall see him, thee perfect One has come, no more glass of obsecurity, light unto all, this day has come, this Great Tree, this Grea Door, that's why he say lift him up and he shall draw all unto him, we willl always need our church goers to do the funeral, and marriages, seed time and harvest time will always be, His mighty, His wonderous, His marvelous, His a consuming Fire, Fire, Fire!!!Thee Christ in Me!
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