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Comments about Matt Schirmers
When I see a person wearing five pounds of gold,
drive past a person on the ground that’s cold,
I feel a chill and think in my mind hasn’t he been told?
Now that I see the world is such an evil place, the chill is stuck there.
For many God is hard to find in the midst of drugs and alcohol,
but if you stay close with him, you will see, just like me,
the chill is replaced with warmth.