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What is man that thou are mindful of him, or the son of man that thou visitest him? Psalm 8 : 4
Hallelujah
Rising from a dust filled hand
Walking through such beauty grand
Offered the forbidden....and.....
Should you?
Perfect...you could never be
Tablets broken at your feet
One of ten, you couldn't keep...
Could you?
As promised, the transfer began
The wounded GOD......LOVE'S bloody hands
And still, you don't understand....
Do ya?
The shame was worn, there in your stead
The Father turned his saddened head
From His gift.....soon wrapped in red...
Sent to ya! Hallelujah!
Will I be once again denied ?
Come thrust your hand into my side
Your unbelief is crucified!
Power to ya! Hallelujah!
Ages pass and in despair
darkness burning everywhere
You don't know what you're doing there
Do Ya?
Awakened from your sweaty trance
Another day...another chance
And to a dusty book, you glance
Should ya?
The pages turn through the battle scene
The enemy is strong and keen!!
Just ask the Lamb to intervene
Would you? Hallelujah!!
You pierced his hands, His back you beat
Now you've become his hands and feet!
Go tell the world of love so sweet!!
Gave to ya!! Hallelujah!!
Hallelujah!! Hallelujah!!
Hallelujah!! Hallelujah!!
Hallelujah!! Hallelujah!!
Hallelujah!! Amen
With a heartfelt praise to YAHWEH
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