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WAKE THE FUCK UP THIS MORNING! My truck fit, I loved it, ayy but now I understand though I pray for the wisdom to make boys men that stand on Principles that will build whole nations I lived long enough to know that this thing was gon' take patience Rerunning a marathon so you know that I stay pacing Still looking for a home run while I'm taking vases That means if I find just one soul then I'm a take it And show em how Christ'll make us blameless I see so many great minds that's getting wasted I see labors out in the field steadily slaving They be the same ones that's saving you from early death Soak up the wisdom like the earth's crest when it rains And see how we have so much to gain In material things I can tell what plagues your heart It's a spiritual thing, the voice of the saints The songs that they even sing It's pure and easy to be entreated That's James 3.17 if you ****** need it Give our honor and glory to YHWH It's 4 with a 144 Love