Nobody Has That Effect

Poem By Lawrence S. Pertillar

Nobody can affect me,
With a disrespect that's kept.
'Cause my Savior comes to protect me.
My Savior comes to protect.

And nobody can upset me,
To leave me feeling regrets.
'Cause my Savior comes to protect me.
My Savior comes to protect.

When I was doubled up and feeling pain,
My Savior came to heal.
And when that pain felt went away,
My Savior made my healing real.

Nobody can affect me,
With a disrespect that's kept.
'Cause my Savior comes to protect me.
My Savior comes to protect.

When I was broke and down on luck,
My Savior came to lift me up...
With a getting me up and off my knees.
And with a pulling me out of that rut.

Nobody can affect me,
With a disrespect that's kept.
'Cause my Savior comes to protect me.
My Savior comes to protect.

My Savior comes to protect me.
My Savior comes to protect.
And with effectiveness I can't neglect.
There is effectiveness...
At its best.

Nobody can affect me,
With a disrespect that's kept.
'Cause my Savior comes to protect me.
My Savior comes to protect.

My Savior comes to protect me.
My Savior comes to protect.
And with effectiveness I can't neglect.
This is effectiveness...
At its best.

Strengthened like steel is my faith,
And nothing substituted is real.
'Cause my Savior comes to protect me.
My Savior comes to protect.

Strengthened like steel my faith is concealed.
And nothing substituted is real.
'Cause my Savior comes to protect me.
My Savior comes to protect.
And with effectiveness I can't neglect.
This is effectiveness...
At its best.

I've got to keep it with a feeding on it,
At its best.
I've got to keep it with a feeding on it,
To...
Remain and keep effective.

I've got to keep it with a feeding on it,
At its best.
I've got to keep it with a feeding on it,
To...
Remain and keep reflective.

I've got to keep it with a feeding on it,
At its best.
I've got to keep it with a feeding on it,
To...
Maintain my self prespective.

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