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The RacePosted Sunday, May 22, 2011, at 7:11 PM
The rules are somewhat different, when death be part of race; Mortal life, not what I mean, it's Eternal Spirit and Heavens Space. So turn your heart to Jesus, and promptly win the race. (^8
By Arley Steinhour 052211
Blessed are you, Oh, Lord, our God,
Who's breath keeps our flag unfurled;
Keep enemy swords at bay, with Iron Rod,
Safe from lances, also at us hurled.
Please do this, not for aught we've done,
But, like Salvation, through your Grace,
May our enemy be kept on the run,
Until worthy of, being in your race.
The race I speak of, leads straight to you,
The only goal worth achieving,
Participants surrender to your love true,
Fleet of foot blessed, for just believing.
Who are we, to stand before our God,
To ask boon of blessing from the Son,
We are those who trust, in Him that wields the Rod,
Begotten Son, Jesus, your 'Only One.'
Please bless this wayward nation,
On this Planet full of hate,
Remember you gave us station,
Though we repent quite late.
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