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    Whoa, whoa, nah, nah
    Whoa, whoa, nah, nah

    You don't like the things I spoke to you
    You don't like the things I said
    I'm only preaching 'cause I love you
    'Cause one day we will all be dead

    You might have your defenses up now
    But let 'em fall down
    Call on Jesus out loud with
    All your pieces poured out

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    Whoa, whoa, nah, nah
    Whoa, whoa, nah, nah

    They will call you names for the sake of Jesus
    They will persecute your families and cut you to pieces
    But stand firm, my friend, cause your home ain't too far from here
    And we won't turn from Him, through death You'll wipe our every tear

    You might have your defenses up now
    But let 'em fall down
    Call on Jesus out loud with
    All your pieces poured out

    Preach the gospel of peace
    When the wars come, don't cease
    Love the lost, but don't please
    Feel the cost, but increase

    Whoa, whoa, whoa

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    Composition: James Stewart Clifton and Jimmy Clifton

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