Soon you will write songs of praise to me
to reach many and let them be set free.
Words will flow like never before, listen for my voice and weep no more.
Books you will publish for your family to see and that will bring them back to me.
Everything I speak to you must be written down
for on your head I will place a pink crown,jewels that no man has seen before
obey me and watch how I open many new doors
Your voice will touch many that are my lost sheep
I will touch them while they sleep
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