lost and then found

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Lifted spirits raise your hands.
We have traveled to distant lands.
In search of freedoms seed.
Cast away are hearts will see.
Lifted spirits raise your head.
The evil conqueror is dead.
He slipped and fell and bumped his head and now hes dead.
Lifted spirits raise your hands.
And give the love that shows the plan.
That Jesus holds the pearly Gates and keys to life.
And never give thanks to the love that you faltered.
But forgive and regret will show.
The the host has respect.
Don't neglect.
Its not over yet.
Lifted spirits raise your arms.
The evil conqueror is gone.
His never ending pain refrained.
And distant soldiers brand his claim.
The feet of angels stopped the bow.
But the arrow new the place to go.
And the quiver ends the reign of death.
The golden arrows break the bands of death.
This is an old tale from long ago.
When evil conquerors would grow.
And in the end they lost it all.
So why would you want to be one at all.
Lay down these chain's and set me free.
The evil beast has no claims to be.
And my journey just begins.
Some say the Lord will always win.'
I think there right.



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