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My Anointed and Blessed ChildThe anointing shall flow like a river So deep, so long, so wide It shall fall upon thee as the rain It is a gift from God on high Your blessings shall be as the countless stars In the heavens You shall not want for anything, My blessed child No, not ever I will pour you out blessings You will have no room to store They will come nonstop, My blessed child Knocking at your door Receive all that I have for you with open arms For God is getting ready to move Go ahead and sing your victory song Thou art highly favored in the presence of the Lord The promises He has made to you You have kept them in your heart For He is truly worthy to be praised Oh bless His holy name! For all the blessings and riches He is about to bring. September 8, 1998 Poetry Ad-Free Upgrades Vote for this poem
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