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The Gift 4-8
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2007 Rolling streaming down these cheeks
Over the curves of bone and lip
Much strife and imperfection separates
Any momentary hope from reality
No hope for a brighter tomorrow
Sin enveloping every inch of being
Six minus one you paid for me
Twenty-three and ten years you spoke to me
Judgement awaits day of earthly death
Only depending upon devotion
Honoring you with every breath
Not once have you forsaken me
Three and one you became real to me
Sixteen to end I live for you
