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With A Bridle In His Hand The hour glass is flowing, and soon with no more sand while on a white horse is Jesus, with a bridle in His hand. His eyes are of flames and fire, as He surveys the land sword in His mouth, and with a bridle in His hand. He has His army in white, gathered around the land and is ready for Armageddon, with a bridle in His hand. Below is Satan and the false prophets , among all of the least accepting their mark, and becomming members of the Beast. All of them will be vanished, away from this land as Jesus rides victorious, with a bridle in His hand. |
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