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Wednesday, April 5, 2006

Testify

In the season when the river runs slow That's where all the sinners go To get washed clean of pride and greed God's gonna give me everything I need The preacher told me yestiddy He was purt near ready to give up on me But then I passed that slate gray stream I cried dear Lord please wash me clean It... Sign in to see full entry.

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