Last nail is driven, faced pain with no fear, nonbelievers kept on walking, as others stood in tears. As he hung there all fearless, our sins was the cause, hands high as I pray, standing below the cross.
Tomorrow marks the mark, that he rose from the tomb, cold, distant people, in thought they still assume. The truth lies in purging, resurrection of the Lord, beautiful sounds from the angels, ole so lovely chords.
Jesus showed his talents, others rocks they toss, when he arrives here from heaven, I'll be standing below the cross. The tomb they found was empty, he healed a leprous man, he proved of his existence, showed by footprints in the sand. No matter the time of day, all worldly things are lost, washing the feet of Jesus Christ, standing below the cross. ©️ K.L.W
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