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Golden
Chris Padgett
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Everybody says they believe in what you said but they wag their head, insisting that your body's just bread.
Everybody runs when his presence comes, in the Sacrament. But the question comes, will you also run or simply trust in what he said?
?Cause I know your voice, I know your heart, I know you're there, and I know you're golden to me.
Body from this bread, blood from wine instead we're told. Not by accident, it's the Sacrament of Sacraments.
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