RAGS TO BRAGS: campaigns; grace does the rigging, even makes satan vote you

A testifier tasting fire; drunk in the holy ghost

Testimony is tasting money; riches with no leaches

Grass to weed was the story, but now it's grace to glory

Rags to brags, sags to swags, scars to stars, zeros to heroes

Unpaid debt gained more interest till Love's depth caught my interest

As I tire for my attire; no God's breath like a flat tire;

Till God turned me his real tyre, so now I can't retire,

There where things God had to bring down; if not I for don give up

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Calculated like an 'alufa', how far the Alpha was

Though I don't do star wars, I thought 'twas where the star wars

Calculated the length and it took my breath away

The distance looked mega but was just a breath away

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The sun shines from afar but God's son is ever near

The distance always looks  open but the Lord is ever close

Baba don open the door but some people still dey dull

God's love is the bunch of kiss that gives me edge over life's luck

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The stance of eternity; divinity infinity

Learnt this stance from the sum, of God's breath minus lent

Life's length; God's breath; I'm talking length times breath

Where the area of Mercy divides this mere sea that's red

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Holy ghost joy resides in me to preside over life

Rather than there, God is here; dare him with prayers and he'll hear

God campaigns; grace does the rigging, even makes satan vote you

For with God Impossible will pause to say I'm possible

*Alufa : Yoruba version of Islamic priest