MY SEASON WAS LAST, BUT NOW IT'S FIRST
YOU CAN'T KILL MY LOVE
EYES OF HER PAIN
GREAT IS HE
BRING LOVE BACK TO GET ALONG
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TRUST NO MORE
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EVIL WAYS OF ONES HANDS
Listen to the words of my heart
and understand.Times to short
to have violence across our
land.
Speak to your fellowman as you
would have them to speak to you
if you can.
Lifes to short to be raising of
ones hands,If we must raise them
let be to take a stand.
This is not the way to bring joy
in ones life cause others hearts
want make a mends.
Try to get along while on Gods
land.Then this will bring on the
peace.To stop satan and his little
followers again.
Start praying more for this land
join one another hand in hand.call
out to God where each of you stand.
Then He will hear us...and bring
love,peace,and harmony back into
this land.
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EVIL WAYS OF ONES HANDS
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