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two thousand years later

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Two Thousand Years Later

I am over 2000 years old, and I am still honored today 
People still call me as they kneel down to pray. 
I have not changed in all that time 
I can still cure the sick, the lame, the blind. 
Faith can go a very long way, and I will listen when you pray. 

When you think that the Devils got a hold on you 
I’ll be there, I know just what to do. 
Everyone has a destiny that they must fulfill 
It is in the masters book, it is GODS will. 
Every life must touch another for us to be whole 
It’s part of our destinies, and part of our goal. 

We all have a cross that we must bear 
But with my father, I was able to share. 
He gave me the strength that I needed most 
I spread the words that he had given to me 
And it has lasted thru this eternity. 

I called out to my FATHER before I took my last breath 
And the skies above became black as can be 
That was when I filled my destiny. 
Thousands upon thousands have died in my name 
Were their lives worth it, or was it in vain? 
They were put here to spread the word 
Words that on deaf ears were not heard. 
For all did not believe that I died that day 
But yet in my tomb, I did lay. 

Now I leave this question to you: if I did not exist, 
who would you turn to?

Louis Rams

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