Rodney Ray Hatchell / Unheardsong
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Just Pass It OnA Poem by Rodney Ray Hatchell / Unh..Just Pass It OnA man that lives righteously hasmore power in his silent .Than a evil man with all his many words.For the action of the faithful in Go.. |
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It Had To Be LoveA Poem by Rodney Ray Hatchell / Unh..It Had To Be LoveIt had to be love that freed my soul from eternal death.Anything less wouldn’t have turn the lock to my chains. With each link.. |
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I Forgive YouA Poem by Rodney Ray Hatchell / Unh..I Forgive YouSome words are meant to be silent, I hate you.Some words are meant to be heard, I love you.Some words are regrets that I am sorry for, t.. |
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His Teardrops Still FallA Poem by Rodney Ray Hatchell / Unh..His Teardrops Still Fall There Is No certain time for a friendly touch.There no certain time to share some laughterwhen into someone's life it will m.. |
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Into His GloryA Poem by Rodney Ray Hatchell / Unh..Into His Glory Life is a treasure chest stored up in your mind.A knowledge you use from your pass ,to direct others around the snares Satan has waitin.. |
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His Gift Of LoveA Poem by Rodney Ray Hatchell / Unh..His Gifts of LoveYour spoken word is a pleasure that abounds in each person who loves you.We fine pleasure in what we see,as the mountains tops turns.. |
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HalfwayA Poem by Rodney Ray Hatchell / Unh..HalfwayWe live in a world with the fallen Arch Angle he fail from heaven. As he marches across the globe his ways of sin spreads rapid as a forest fi.. |
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Everyday OpenlyA Poem by Rodney Ray Hatchell / Unh..Everyday OpenlyI sung into the wind as it whispered my name in the early morning breeze .The Holy Sprite had confronted my soul with melodies the bes.. |
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End The Sins Of MenA Poem by Rodney Ray Hatchell / Unh..End The Sins Of Men His cross is my salvation, my resurrection from hell and the grave. Jesus saved me from myself when I began wondering into unfam.. |
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Each And Ever DayA Poem by Rodney Ray Hatchell / Unh..Each And EverydayCome dance in the atom leaves gold ,yellows and browns floating from the trees upon a gentle breeze, tumbling around and around safe.. |
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