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Not a Regular Trooper

Now, if I were a trooper, Not a regular pooper, I’d want my life to count! Not a run-o’-the-mill guy; I can tell you why: Bought by the One who had to die When the Father sent Him down; Had to give up that crown. So I give up mine just the same; It’s not about me and my name. The Savior is the One we’re livin’ for; He’s opened wide many-a door To let folks into the Kingdom Where there’s life and endless freedom To go here, there, and everywhere! Yeah, there’ll be plenty of travelin’ to do With crowds or with just one or two.

0734 on 31 Jan., 2022

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