I would build a fish and chip shop 'neath a stormy sky,
place the sauces on the counter, vinegar for fries,
dip the battered fish in oil, my true tried recipe.
Wipe my brow, my perspiration you don't want to see!
I would walk a hundred miles in my old leather shoes,
maybe talk on television after evening news.
I would ask the producer would he donate my fee?
There can be no separation between you and me.
I would move a mountain over, where it ought to be,
I am no Stonemason for my trade is Carpentry.
Hammered many nails myself, this prophesy rings true,
for I embrace the sacrifice of love I gave for you.
If you died today, are you absolutely certain that you would go to heaven? You can be! TRUST JESUS NOW
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