Garden of Gathseme
It all started at the garden of gathseme He sweated great drop of blood for the sin in me but the burden couldnt exceed his ability He died on the cross and He rosed.
Have you ever met a Man who would die for the land with no sin on His hands He's the Lion the Lamb, it could be only God's plan that He live to give His life for the wife who would birth the kids, and the earth is His for them to roam but only to visit wit Him is their home He intercedes on His throne as their lives go on waiting for the day, the night or the morn, His return is not known so when them tumpets are blown will u die in your weakness or will u live strong, as i build my faith on the Conerstone and we hone in on what the farmers live on, the life of the seed when planted it grows it's paralle to man and this planet of souls in laymens term you reap what is sowed, so what secret or code is frequly thrown around the globe and freely exposed to those who seek and believe that He rosed....
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