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A pure smile can spread like fire
A good deed like a
rash
And the pure soul's disire
Should be to cleanse the trash
This
world is full with devestation
Fools of wicked word
Our one goal is for
redemtion
To rid of spear and sword
To greet each person as the
Savior
To blaze with love within
To keep that great love sparked
fire
From going lite to dim
For as we all seek out our Savior
For as
we rid of sin
We meet with many other brethren
And jump for joy
within
The one the only God almighty
Lord of good and love
Gives each
one his gift delightly
The Spirit as a dove
There was once a mass
uncertain
That once ruled the earth
Then at once was clothed by
cutain
And set beneath the hearth
That each soul seeks purity
Though
the road be rough
Should be the goal for every city
The World is not
enough
