A MILLION ARMS STRETCH
A THOUSAND HEADS TURN
A HOMELSS MAN FREEZES AT AN ATM
I GRAB THE COINS IN MY POCKET AND RUN
GIVE ME THE VISION
GRANT ME THE STRENGTH
MERCY COMPASSION ACTS OF CHARITY
HEALTHY WEALTHY
COMFORTS BEACKON BLINDINGLY
DRINKING FROM LIFES SWEET URN
GRACE GET ME OUT OF THIS DEATHRIDE.
YOUR TABERNACLE CONCEIVES MASTERY
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