What if I told you

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What if I told you
I need not type Amen
For my miracle to unveil?

What if I told you
I need not say Haleluya
To a picture of a disabled child?

What if and just what if
I need not know of how many made it
Of how many live their posh lives
Simply because they became Christians?

Jesus was the son of a carpenter
And His disciples needed not to type Amen
So that He could see miracles effect
He never wanted the world to like Him
Nor speak highly of His works
He only came to save mankind

So, what if I told you
You don’t become a Christian to be rich
You don’t type Amen to heal people
But actually go down onto knees for them?

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