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By
Bill West
The Giant looks down on the Earth below
His head above the clouds with a turban of snow
Does winds speaks to him of ages gone by
Past hordes of flesh Ah! Distance battle cries
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Perhaps of the garden, when God walked with man
But sin entered bringing death's reprimand
Please speak to us Oh! Behemoth of stone
Of lightings and judgement you have known
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Why is man so ignorant to think you beckon and call
You know not the future that will surely befall?
You have not wisdom nor godly advise
From the tablets of Moses to the temptations of Christ
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For you are just a mountain that stands on earth
Feeling no ambitions nor travailing in birth
Still man worships creation risking their life's to climb
You are just extra rock that the Master left behind
 John
10:9 I am the door: by me if any man enter in, he shall be saved, and shall
go in and out, and find pasture.
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