jesus saves
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I ruffled up my feathers,
And I looked at the stars,
Shining with their bowing heads,
As they brought bundles of wheat,
Supplying me with barley for
My 40-day journey along the
Mountains
They remember
The cross that
Had been carried
Up to Golgotha,
And with their
Phylacteries,
They praised with
Their lips
And the stone
Of the whitewashed
Joan of Arc
Flies as a phoenix
With fire spewing
From the mouth
Which opens the
Scroll of the Lamb
And Sodom and Gomorrah
Plea for mercy
But Joan had been
Gracious for
