I PRAY, THIS DAY
WHAT WILL IT BE??????
Are you ready to see, the last prophecy???
Little Sheep, Little Sheep Live Again, turn away from sin.
Take Hold of Self Control
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Thus I pray, as I write.
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BODY OF FRAME
THE BODY IS BUT A FRAME. WHEN THE BREATH OF LIFE IS TAKEN A WAY THE BODY IS CLAY. FROM DUST MAN CAME AND DUST WILL HE RETURN AGAIN. THE WORDS OF GOD CAN CLEARLY BE SEEN. THE GRAVES OF MEN DO EXPLAIN THAT FLESH FADE BACK FROM WHICH IT CAME. NOW WHO CAN CHALLENGE THE TRUTH AND CLUE PROVEN UNTO YOU. THAT WHICH IS OUT OF SIGHT, THE DECISION OF MAN FINIAL CHOICE IN LIFE REMAIN A MYSTERY LATER TO BE REVEALED AT THE JUDGMENT APPEAL.
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