Blessed'
How sweet it is to be blessed,
To follow the Lord and Savior Jesus.
Through Him our iniquities are conquered,
And death has no longer control, it's put under.
The Passion that Jesus suffered through,
to cleanse our sins, pay a debt, it's for me and you.
A gift from our Father, to be spiritually saved,
Given to this nation, the Home of the Brave.
We are descendants of the chosen race,
A lost tribe, giving blessings with total abundance.
A gentile nation saved, in a far away distant land,
Trusting in God and Jesus, we totally understand.
Oh' How our Savior Son's must have suffered,
Whipped, scorned, tormented, like no other.
Forgive them He asked on the cross, "forgive them Father,
They do not know what they've done, these I have gathered."
A flock blinded by Satan, soon now they'll be seeing,
That I'm the Lord's Son, a gift to humanity, a true blessing.
God was very pleased, His Son's mission complete,
Sin and death conquered, not a simple feat.
We marvel at Jesus"s forgiveness, and compassion,
To surrender to death and fulfill the resurrection.
He is now sitting at the right hand of the Father'
Judging the nations, on the things that really matter.
God is proud of His only Son,
He conquered death, and he was born, died, and was risen,
To judge nations in the great tribulation,
A time of great rejoicing, a happy blessed nation.
God has blessed our great and free nation,
Now and for future generations.
We will get through this final war with Satan.
Christians will be saved, and we will enter His eternal Kingdom.
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