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Lord lift me up and let me stand,
On heavens Tableland.
Results would be so grand.
Do you want to come with me and stand.

Lord lift me up to higher ground.
I want to see You and be bound,
Forever safe and sound,
Together bound.

Mystery of hear and beyond.
Even-so, our work here is almost done.

Unite us together with cords that cannot be broken.
People get ready! He's coming again!

By poetalthomas

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