Demons and evil spirits cast out
Cleansing the body
It was his life and not a hobby
The holy one of God
Jesus commanded
He could perform feats that were odd
Walking on water
If you were on death's door
No need for a coroner
Wasn't magical like Constantine
Attention was on him like a high beam
He was the Lord's dream
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