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Let us lift the loving Lord of Lords loftily on high, leaving long lists of lonely, testimonies of lies. Levitating lost liars from lake fires of pride, he lessens my leaven, with lessons from heaven to lead and to guide. Learning his limitless love had been tested and tried, load bearing my sin for his grace was laced with mercy inside. Labeled loser from the accuser who perceived and spied, this abuser of good and chooser of wickedness supplied. But now my life is hid in Christ because the old man died. Lest the laymen be lost, Lucifer had me fried, but the investigation of his litigation simply could not abide because love lifted the savior’s limbs to be crucified. So I lay down my burdens down by the riverside whose streams come from the eyes of Christ as he prayed and cried. If it be possible let this cup slide, nevertheless may your will be magnified.