A Little Prayer To the Lord Whom Is Watching Over Us

Yes, he died on the cross
For you and for me
Still he preached his word
Through all the pain and agony.

From the nails that were driven
Into his skin
People still taunted him
As his world was going dim.

Then there was a boom
And lightning filled the sky
Everyone had panicked 
As the Messiah was left to die.

They then buried him in a tomb
With guards on the outside
Little did they know
That our kings spirit, was very much alive.

When they opened the tomb
They couldn't believe what they saw
One by one
The looked in awe.

Jesus the king
Had risen again
Gone to the heavens
Watching over our sins.

So when I am down
I know who to trust
I say a little prayer to my lord
Whom is watching over us.
Copyright © | Year Posted 2016

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