Son From Suriname
Raj, His first with last name Singh
Would come and preach of holy blessings
That rain upon a simple man
Ordained by GOD who saves the damned
He'd tell of where and how CHRIST saved
A man beaten in jail enslaved
Where in the worst of all conditions
GOD would hear this mans petitions
He hails where dirt roads become streets
Where nature lives and also sleeps
Inside his country Suriname
Humble this servant, this son of man
He lost a son but still keeps one
In GOD he trusts what has become
Blessings to those that hear his story
Written with love, to God the glory
This man chosen would preach conviction
Mans lack of faith, sinful addiction
Referring CHRIST, perfect presciption
Surgeon, Doctor of mans afflictions
In jest he'd joke to make a point
Before ending God would anoint
Someone who came and heard Raj preach
Of faith and time within mans reach
Dedicated to Pastor Raj Singh
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