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calling

Member since 2004 · Posted 25 Mar 2005 · 1 comment

i heard the phone ring it was God he told that he has a gift for me. i thought about it and smiled, he said" i have nailed my son to the cross" and he spilt hes blood for you. you have to find him my child, find his everlasting love, i thought and cried and prayed aloud. and my heart was lifted high.

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[10] zodiac 25-Mar-05/10:05 PM Reply
"nailed" should be "nailt"
"spilt" should be "split"