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The Man
I think I can, not that I am weak,
like The Little Engine That Could,
climb the highest mountain
with you by my side.
On the way to the promised land
passing shadows of unbelievers
from the window of my mind,
gone the deceivers.
Often than not the fools drool,
what a friend I have in Jesus
holding hands,
with a man from Galilee
like The Little Engine That Could,
climb the highest mountain
with you by my side.
On the way to the promised land
passing shadows of unbelievers
from the window of my mind,
gone the deceivers.
Often than not the fools drool,
what a friend I have in Jesus
holding hands,
with a man from Galilee
Published 31st Jul 2022
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