Destiny cries aloud in the street of God,
'Talk to me, I'll tell you a mystery.'
Destiny cries aloud, waiting on the road,
'Come with me, I'll give you glory.'
Destiny cries aloud, waiting patiently,
'Choose me, great will be your victory.'
Destiny cries aloud, 'Don't you worry,
Though it's hard, by faith it will be easy.'
Walk not in the way of the wicked,
Lest you be counted as dead.
Your soul will be their food,
If you don't choose what is good.
Listen to the cry of your destiny,
Crying loudly while waiting patiently,
'Come with me now and choose me,
Enjoy my company unto eternity.'
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