He was born, He was raised, He was taken and known. Son of God and Mariah, he was on His own. In His name, though, those four undertakings are worn. That is, if you are lovely and sweet as the corn. There is hope, there is love, there is peace, there is joy. In His name we should be, both the girl and the boy. We should end up as corn does which has turned to bread. Jesus showed us the way. Let the bread be your head.
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