Soon I will be leaving,
without a jet plane,
flying without wings,
caught up in the air,
to meet the Lord of Lords,
and the King of Kings.
Soon I will be leaving,
without a jet plane.
I know why,
but I don't know when,
when I return,
it will be in New Jerusalem.
Soon I will be leaving,
without a jet plane,
flying without wings,
to meet in the air,
my Lord of Lords,
and King of Kings.
Balanced!
COMFORT FOR THE WEAK As this old body gets weak And the pain grows great, And I find it hard to pray, As my headaches get worse everyday. I ...
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