Lost sinners come home

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Look at the LORD, you Children of God
Look at the world, You sinner, Look at the world. What do you see, You sinner, What do you see?   I see a family mourning
Chankge of Reality
      Burning Red with rage,       blood now stains skin raw.       Was not meant to be       but has stayed for many a years.            Since time began it was born.
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