Your factory made of rotten cocoa, your hands made of spiritual greatness.
Money is the secret motivation of the Jesus Healer.
I saw a beauty in you, something I've never seen before;surgical hands, surgical eyes, surgical heart.
A love unbound, you have love for all, but continuously, do you judge me?
Making love not war, I AM in love, yet you feel obligated to keep your powers from me.
Jesus Healer, your miricles short lived, have you really seen your blood drenched carpenter?
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