Jesus
Jesus
As she stands upon a rock on a hill top
Looking into the sky as thy Lord opens the door to Heaven
She can see right inside as he shows her upon this cross
That he as suffered and died with fear hurt and loneliness
Hidden inside For you know life is the most Beautiful thing
On earth yet it continues to be a mystery from the day of your birth
Its pretty much what you make it to be full of Joy or Woe
If its to be beautiful you must make it so
Yes my Jesus I Love you for this reason I'm a Christian
Help me to be worthy to bear Thy Name
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