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Just After
Just after I called on Jesus,
He came into this heart of mine.
Just after He filled me with His Spirit,
He gave me peace so divine.
Just after the sound of the trumpet,
He's coming after you and me.
Just after we enter heaven,
His blessed face we shall see.
I'm not after this world's goods or its pleasures.
I'm not after just having a good time.
I'm just after my Lord and my Savior.
I'm just after making Jesus mine.
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By Charles E. Fitzgerald 10/21/1997
Lakeland, Florida
Copyright ©1997 Charles Earnest Fitzgerald
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