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Coming

He's coming after me.
Reigning on the earth.
A Spirit of wisdom and revelation.
He is searching the earth to find a faithful girl.
A girl with a child's laugh
and a mother's affection.
He's coming after me.
To ransom me from the enemy.
Zeal in His eyes
and joy sealed on His heart.
His presence is a warning and a hope.
The Spirit of wisdom and revelation.
The culmination.

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