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Visitor's Paradise
Reaching for the light,
he had the comfort of His hand.
Willing hands in sight,
His promises he demands.
Demonic presence willing to fight,
God had this man at hand.
Beautiful souls live on,
a sunrise to see again.
Guided by brilliance,
Personally touched by the hands of God.
Troubled souls roam the earth,
their inner peace he sought.
Warmth that touches his skin,
forever love to be felt again.
Pulled into water to cleanse sin from our skin,
breaking it's uneven surface to live life again.
Glory blinding your sight,
he wants us to see His good.
Now serving the Lord,
his work is understood.
Beauty and peace I see when I look into your eyes.
No way could the devil ever touch this guy.
he had the comfort of His hand.
Willing hands in sight,
His promises he demands.
Demonic presence willing to fight,
God had this man at hand.
Beautiful souls live on,
a sunrise to see again.
Guided by brilliance,
Personally touched by the hands of God.
Troubled souls roam the earth,
their inner peace he sought.
Warmth that touches his skin,
forever love to be felt again.
Pulled into water to cleanse sin from our skin,
breaking it's uneven surface to live life again.
Glory blinding your sight,
he wants us to see His good.
Now serving the Lord,
his work is understood.
Beauty and peace I see when I look into your eyes.
No way could the devil ever touch this guy.
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