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Well Spotted by Albert Watson We'd leprosy, nine Jews and me. We where in a state, could not integrate, with friends or family. So what to do? Well, one or two said, try the healer man. We made a plea, asked for his pity, do heal us, if you can. He said now go to the priest, and show, the freshness of your skin. He didn't pray, but we went anyway, and found the man was in. Do you know, from head to toe, he couldn't find a thing, We'd none of us got the tiniest spot, 'Praise God,' I just had to sing. So, down on my knees, with praise, no not pleas before Jesus the Saviour divine. Your part of God's plan, Samaritan man no Jews, where are the nine? |
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