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calling (Free verse) by celticskatermatt1 i heard the phone ring it was God
he told that he has a gift for me.
i thought about it and smiled,
he said" i have nailed my son to the cross"
and he spilt hes blood for you.
you have to find him my child,
find his everlasting love,
i thought and cried and prayed aloud.
and my heart was lifted high.
Up the ladder:
argentina
Down the ladder:
Parrallelogram Perry Como
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Posted: March 25, 2005 5:30 PM PST; Last modified: March 25, 2005 5:30 PM PSTWeighted score: 4.8013287 Overall Rank: 11119 Comments:
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"spilt" should be "split"